Like a friend who betrayed his own, the stars shyly peeped from above. In softest of hums, the winds blew over my skin, caressing me in and out. Soothing the pain out of my soul.
As the angel of death prowled about, lewdly sucking the daylights out of me. While my limbs, in resignation sagged, the bad reaper scooped the life right out of my bones.
Alongside the bereaved, the moon and stars wail. The air grows dense with whimpers while tears irrigate the land.
Somewhat, into the azure sky, the sun finds its way. Yet, questions to which no man holds answers lace every tongue. Little men and women gaze on, their veiny hearts radiating shakenness. All in one, but too sad an accord.
Red sand walks all over my wooden casket. Whether in mockery of reversed roles? I have no idea. The cries become distant by second. Oh…Even your shadow, doesn’t accompany you in death.
Each to himself, ‘I dont want to die yet, ‘they whisper. Slyly, death twists his sickle with a grin so sickening. Scoffing at everyone, ‘Tick tock’, he says