Immortality. I wonder if that is really what I have, and if so, where did I get it?
I lived in a town that doesnt exist any more. The war had started with the glassing of a desert, a sea of sand turning into a mirror of the insanity that is humans. We had been happy, I think. Happiness is relative to one's views, so in the end I can only speak for myself.
It had been sudden Im told, too sudden for there to have been any pain, but I remember at least that much.
I remember dying.
The searing sensation as everything I had been and could be was stripped away, down to the bone. The feeling of one by one, my organs vaporizing in the heat of an explosion. My eyes burst and boiled, my blood crystallizing and then turning to ash. The instant that seemed an eternity of heat and pain.
After the flame came that which no human has ever had to experience, the ice of rebirth. My bones, creaking back into position, muscle and sinew re-threading themselves to what once had been my corpse. As they connected to my brain with no skin, the pain started again, thousands upon thousands of tiny battles against the air itself. the skin regrew, but burned from radiation, my new life started in pain.
I dont want to be immortal, no.
I want to be dead.
 Azzy Rael · Mon Nov 29, 2010 @ 12:14am · 0 Comments |
