memories on day 497/past writing

the day my life began/haulted

you finish the sentence and a guillotine drops

for a few moments, i do not exist

rising from the deep

this force floods my organs

a pause in the universe

echoes to the edge

past where i thought

we would make it

intense surge inside me

i can feel it pour down the walls

as my lungs expand around the tension

crowding my ribs, breaking my spine

as my heart hemorages

veins play to an empty room

all that is possible

all that was promised

now null and void

undead pulse screams as i am thrown

back to the begining

before your campaign began

before the gloves were taken off

before it dragged me still and calm

there has been a slaughter

the blade is fresh and warm