Phoenix Whip
I don't want to face this shit! Start over, live in ignorance. Anything is better than seeing helplessly as day after day the people around me are controlled and annihilated.
Your eyes open, you are surprised that you can see. Your face, everything seems to be in order as if it were all a dream. The remains of your fight with the worm are evident after wandering around the floor; it wasn't a nightmare.
You sigh, approaching the kitchen. You do not hesitate to grab the first knife you see at your reach.
It weights in your small sweaty and makes everything feel so real. You close your eyes and sigh again.
I... I have to do it. I have to end everything, I know that nothing will change at all. Another memory will invariably take my place, as this has happened again and again. But that memory will not be me. I am out.
The knife punctures your skin without really penetrating your flesh, causing more pain than real damage; you gather all your helplessness and anger and concentrated it on the knife's thrust, trying to end this while you still having enough strength.
The iron smell coming from the bloody knife dazes you, you have to end this at once.
Ahhh.
To your ears comes the sound of a soft gospel song being sung by a powerful and vibrant voice.
I was standing by the window
On one cold and cloudy day
And I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
You feel your boiling rage as one of the skeleton androids emits this song as a mockery of your suicide...
Can the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Lord, I told the undertaker
Undertaker, please drive slow
For this body, you are hauling Lord
I hate to see her go
You just die feeling the hopelessness of the situation. Another dead, to the pile. Another life of ignorant slavery will definitively arrive.
Your eyes open, you are surprised that you can see. Your face, everything seems to be in order as if it were all a dream. The remains of your fight with the worm are evident after wandering around the floor; it wasn't a nightmare.
You sigh, approaching the kitchen. You do not hesitate to grab the first knife you see at your reach.
It weights in your small sweaty and makes everything feel so real. You close your eyes and sigh again.
I... I have to do it. I have to end everything, I know that nothing will change at all. Another memory will invariably take my place, as this has happened again and again. But that memory will not be me. I am out.
The knife punctures your skin without really penetrating your flesh, causing more pain than real damage; you gather all your helplessness and anger and concentrated it on the knife's thrust, trying to end this while you still having enough strength.
The iron smell coming from the bloody knife dazes you, you have to end this at once.
Ahhh.
To your ears comes the sound of a soft gospel song being sung by a powerful and vibrant voice.
I was standing by the window
On one cold and cloudy day
And I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
You feel your boiling rage as one of the skeleton androids emits this song as a mockery of your suicide...
Can the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Lord, I told the undertaker
Undertaker, please drive slow
For this body, you are hauling Lord
I hate to see her go
You just die feeling the hopelessness of the situation. Another dead, to the pile. Another life of ignorant slavery will definitively arrive.
