A Little Something From Me!

Here are a few pieces of work I found in an old journal. It was when I felt I couldn't write, going back and reading them I found that they weren't all that bad. They are not complete, but I thought you might enjoy them. I found I did and that even when I thought I couldn't write, Christ was writing for me...

THE NUMBING

That sweet melodious humming slithered into my brain the other day sending a frightening shockwave through my spine.

I feel the breeze begin to thicken, curtling puffs of heat blast over my face making it difficult to breathe.

"I DON'T WANT TO FEEL!" "THIS IS TO REAL." "OH GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!"

The hollowness in my voice conveys my prayer as a lie.

I begin to mire up in the thickness.

"DON'T THINK ABOUT THE NUMBING! DON'T THINK ABOUT THE NUMBING!"

The skin on my bones begins to itch, I try to peel it one layer at a time, being as gentle not to go to deep!

The rawness of my flesh exposed burns down into my soul!

The brain shuts down, hollow prayers cease as the cold icy fingers of the numbing trickle in and out in and out.

Rising, Falling, Rising, Falling...eyes closed while the numbing explores...

nothing....nothing...nothing...

Time passes, the numbing increases preasure...THIS IS NOT ABOUT DESIRE...

There is no feeling in this ecstacy only escape...

Tiny brown pools swell and spill over. I've made myself feel something other than real, I'm spilling forth life, the cost of my SIN! OH GOD! OH GOD I'VE DONE IT AGAIN!



EXISTING, MERELY EXISTING

This salt still comes forth, streaking down my face, parting my lips. I taste preservation! Intombed in LIFE...MISERY; cured, encapsulated sorrow!

Did I not pour this salt for you?

Burning opened flesh! Take me! Devour me! Don't keep me in this state!

"You need to rest longer," the slithering voice whipsers, "I prefer my meat a little on the dry side!"