A Slight Sensation

I walk down a beaten path.

Alone I wander with the monster of my nightmares.

I feel a slight sensation of cold warmth run through my body as it touches me.

The mighty beast named Death embraces me with a hate like no other.

I've danced with a million devils.

I've made love to a million angels.

Yet I've never felt somethingas engrossing as this.

I liked it.

Why did I like it?

I didn't know at the time.

I know now though.

I needed this.

I needed to be alone.

I got exactly what I needed.

No city of angels for me.

Just a black hole of silence.

I thank, Death for what he's done for me.

I now say goodbye without regret to the world I knew before this.