Bind my wrists with leather cord and lead me through the dark to my final resting place, where the damp earth hidden by wisps of grey-green moss fills the air with the smell of the moonlight.
Bound my lips with soft white silk and command me to scream to the open sky where no-one can hear me but the ghosts of those before me who whip my face and cackle at my sadness.
Close my eyes and tell me of the old dead tree, standing frail by my coffin, leaning into the wind and reaching it's bony fingers towards my form.
Cover my ears and never let me hear the soft sounds of her voice or the wind or the water, only the beating of my own pulsating heart.
Reach inside and grasp my soul with hands so cold that I shiver in the moonlight and wrench it from me and leave me grasping my head stone, breathing hard.
Fill my mind with thoughts so foul that, to bring them to my lips would be a sin itself. With pictures of despair so full of horror that I cannot help but cry a thousand tear drops which you catch in the palm of your hand and place upon your satin lips.
Push me to my knees where I beg for your mercy and your forgiveness but deny me both and pound me farther into the earth until I am 6 foot deep in my own misery. Then cover my limp body with the earth and grey-green moss until only my face spoils your view. Smile at my eyes staring at you from the ground and laugh as my one final tear rolls from my ice cold cheek and becomes part of the ground itself, then cover my face and stamp down the earth until I am forgotten.
Then place a flower, a single white rose upon my headstone and turn your back and walk away. Away through the ruined chappel and to the log that bridges the river. Over the gate and onto the road, thinking as you place each step that I am finally at peace and you are finally rid of me. "Good riddence" you whisper to the darkness.
But from my resting place, my grave in the ground, I spell out my name in a thousand stars so that you will never forget.
And when you feel alone you can see me there and know that someone still cares.
For I do, I always have done and I will forever.
Breathing one last sigh, I resign myself to the enivitable and let myself be at peace
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The depth of your writing is amazing, Electrix. The only thing I can fault you on is your grammar & spelling, but that is something easily fixed with proofing; it is more important to let the words flow then go back and put in the tedious stuff. Keep up the good work. <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... /smile.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\':)\' />

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Thanks <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... /smile.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\':)\' />
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