...rising and falling...
by...malice


…scratching at the ceiling
the cold, hard wood
decaying fingernails
marking deep
breaking off
as i fight my way out
no one listens
because everyone around me
is busy
settled into heaven
or maybe hell
or on their way to either one
no matter
it is not the Sleepers that i want to hear me
it is those that are Awake…

…Awake…
…like i now am…
…again…

…a breach in the ceiling now
a crack…and then…earth
pushing dirt
digging upwards
the arduous task
a journey i must complete
i can almost taste the musky air
…that is, i could if i knew where my tongue was…
a cracked and decomposing hand
breaking through to the surface
freedom…finally
digging through six feet of earth
with one hand and a nub is tough…

…the other hand lost days ago…
…nothing now but wormfood…
…as i am quickly becoming…

...rising now onto this haunted ground
my home for many months now
i look around…and see only beds of Sleepers
stones marking their existence
names etched and eroded
nature giving no care to those that have passed
as i scan the realm of the Awake
it feels like an old horror movie
except finally…i play the greatest role
he who cannot die
for Death has already had His hold upon me
and i have shrugged Him off...

…but He has left His curse upon me…
…eternal Awakening…
…but with eternal decay…

…so as this once-human form falls away
i shall search for those that are Awake
for i need a new appearance
so that it too…can fall away…



© Malice of Crying Whilst Dying - 2004