Conversation with Death

She woke up and deeply scrutinised her body. She got absorbed into the flood of her thoughts. Changing each channel of her mind, playing each scenario like a short commercial ad unable to comprehend how she woke up detached from her shell. .


 Could it be that she meditated and entered an alternative universe, that she manged to incline with divinity, her soul elevated from the physical realm to the invisible cosmos or had she died? Or is she trapped in some trance spell or is she just plain crazy? But lifelessness clamoured possession of her body, death being her cousin trapped in her eyes and stealing the last emotion kiss of life that Reaped the rest of her other thoughts and Death was the last man standing.

 A dark tall man, strong features, muscular with cold eyes and a deep enchanting voice dressed in black garment appeared out of nowhere. His arms safely tucked in the garments sleeves, his arau is heavy constipated with meaning yet emptiness, stillness, peace and authority. His eyes summoned her existence without saying much he turned around and said you no longer belong to this world, follow me and I'll guide you to the world your soul ruled, a world condemned by the void of your freewill filled by desires and beliefs.

 If you believe in nothing your existence will float in a space of darkness and loneliness. Your regrets and guilt will now be your companion. You shall become what you were feeding your soul on Earth.
She looked at him, eyes filled with anxiety and sympathy. In fear that she'll live in the rest of time numb, knowing that with her borrowed time she was unable to pour her essence upon the phoenix that resided within her heart, soul and mind.
The eye of her heart was misted by ungodly pleasure, temporal thrill and suicidal addictions, sending blurred and corrupted signals to the minds eye, giving her no vision or dight of the fact she's in the pursuit of the lost souls who wander around aimlessly, her entire existence ceased to live her three cores slowly shut down and there..

She became enslaved to the demon's of earth, inflicted by the idea of what seemed like reality but felt like an endless dream. How could she awaken from her own consciousness? How could she grasp the same smoked visions of what she hoped to become but was already is? Veiled by the words of undignified souls tainting the value and worth that was once bestowed on her by the Goddess of life, LOVE?