The Burning Angel's Dance

The flowing tears are already withering,
Blood from starving loneliness and sadness,
Points to the smell of death,
Of the burning angel's dance.

There sits a black sun of death,
Screaming. Crying. Blood.
There is nothing to hold on to.
There is no one to turn too. Nobody.
The burning flames of this world are getting closer.
I’m screaming. Why can’t anyone hear me? They’re all
sitting there like dolls. HELP ME! Help me……

I see my life flash in an instant.
Is it real? Who am I? What am I? What is happening?
I hear the cackling laughter of the flames,
They are here.
Not yet. Give me one more chance.

Silence. It waits.

Death.
It doesn’t sound so bad.
No more yelling. No more fighting. No more worrying.
Blackness. Desolate. Loneliness.
That is the way I want it. No one has to worry about me.
No one has to care. No one has to tell me to ‘try harder next time’.

The sound of silence is defining to my ears.
I can’t escape it. It’s everywhere.
Defining… Defining… DEFINING!!

The silence is getting louder now
It’s screaming in my ears.
Insanity creeps upon me. I can’t take it anymore.
I have to get out of this place.

Silence.

What is happe--
The shatter of the worlds is crashing down upon me,
No time to think.
It is all coming to an end.
I made my choice.
Death.