Twice To The Altar

The evening wind, calmness, and tranquility wiped away all the chaos that had been filling my mind for the preceding few days. It felt as though I had been granted a second opportunity at life, a new beginning, akin to that of a newborn kid. I'd always wanted to feel that way for so long, and that night was a very captivating time for me to begin with.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the breeze brush against my skin as I relived all the horrific events that had occurred. My soul's peace was eventually lost in a couple of seconds. All the turmoil and pandemonium that seemed to escape for a time reappeared in an instant. Tears rush down my cheeks as I feel my body shudder as a dreadful understanding dawns on me. It feels as if every second of my existence has been squandered, and as if the sense of despair and worry has taken over the little strand of sanity that exists for me as it pours through my veins and fills my spirit to the core.

"It can't be... This should not be the case," as I mumbled to myself.

"You've got this. All you have to do is think that you can," I said to myself persuasively.

"You can't, you just can't. You'll never be able to do it, and you'll have to live with the repercussions for the rest of your life," a familiar voice said.

I wanted to run, but I could not feel my legs anymore.

My senses begin to be overpowered by numbness. And with that, I realized I could not go away.

The reality that this is my fate hits me like a ton of bricks.

It was too late before I realized it.

As I stretched out to wipe away all my tears, I felt thick moisture on my fingers and was terrified to find blood instead of tears.

I felt as if my world was spinning before I could even scream. And it didn't appear to be going away.

Then, all of a sudden, darkness crept inside me.

And eventually sends me to oblivion.