Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Mortal Dance - Engage the Pack


“What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in poor dumb beasts. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.” - Mario Puzo

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As I listen, my music carrying me away, I feel death circling. A thousand shards of ice sharp pain brings me its gifts of gray emotion. Inevitably sunrise comes, in spite of my night loving wishes. A blank stare possesses my eyes, and life leaves. Can I be dead and alive at the same time? Is this what's wrong? Am I trying to move rigor mortised limbs? If feelings are dead, is the blood running warm and blue any life at all? It's like nothing matters when you look over that edge. I want to peek, to glimpse at what's beyond. Is this what predators sense? That I flirt with death and sleep restlessly for want of it? They surround my camp with fire lit eyes. I see them jumping, ducking in and out of the light, playing with me, afraid to rush in too quick. One tugs at me, yanking my leg to see if I move. I gasp, pushing away the comfort of mortality to engage the pack. It's the fight that brings me back to life. Until then there's no reason, but when the enemies come, that, that is why I live, only to fight. Men have ruined everything else in my life but this I control. When it's time, I will bring death to myself, no one else will take that privilege.

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