One day I died

Just shadows around, somewhere in the core of the sphere of darkness floating as a fetus, not unborn, not even material, just the escence of being, just existing, is this real?



As the shadow sphere turns, I realized i wasnt in it, I was it. I am the sphere of darkness, I am a sphere because I wanted to.



In myself sound is unexisting, here it's just me and not one thing beside me or in me.
On the edge of mi existence lies the eternal, infinite mass of nothingness, the empty space, licking me with it's ice cold being.

I am a sphere because of one simple reason, before it i was perpetual, perennial, my being covered everything here and there, dont like it so I reshaped myself, making me smoother, symetrical, becoming the center of me, the sun of shadows.

Suddenly, as a thunder, the sphere I am cracked open, splited in two.
From the crack flows color and sound, as ink and paint, drawing the reality, purity white filling the moon, limited by a blue and purple sky, aluring the top of the trees to reach it, to combine the deep black of the trees.
Wind leaking through logs, screaming for freedom while, as a ghost, as the reaper, a gunfire out of nowhere, drilling my brain to never come out.

As i fall on the pale snow, a white rabbit escapes...

Now, finally im gonna rest...

Eternal struggle within a second

Sorrounded by a forest gray and dead, over dust and dry land a man is standing, without any shade of expresion on his pale face. Falling on his knees, he screams to the air:

-I am Mankind, and I will never die...

At the time he let the silence exist again, the flesh and skin of his back, rips apart to release, like a thunder to the sky, a great mass of fog which quickly turned into half and humanoid form, ready to struggle to death knowing he wasnt alone.

From behind a wide and death tree, shows up a man in a black coat, without any introduction he leans and bursts into psychotic laughs, after a while, still laughing he shouted:

-My name is Dante...

By the time he say this, his back ripped too, but releasing black smoke instead, but taking demonic shape with burning red eyes.

And so the struggle begun. After seconds or ages, the white fog/man sucked the black smoke/demon as a tornado sucks the land leaving just peaceful devastation, with only himself and a gray forest left, or that seemed to be.

Suddenly the fog, from the core, turned into smoke, until the smoke/demon was restored but improved, wings, white as fog grew from his back and so his eyes turned white, as the black coated psychopath rose from the dead whispering:

-...and you already died.

Thunder of redemption

-So tell me, what would you chose?

In the darkest room, in the darkest floor, in the darkest hotel she's sitting in a small wooden chair, watching frightened.

-You have everything, power, love, servants, honor, respect. Why you have all this? I gave you all this, and only asked you for something, never betray me, never abandon me. I gave you all and what do i got? A gun, one bullet and a last choice to make. You could have had both of us if you wouldnt have been so selfish.

One man stands next to me, stiff, frightened too, because of the gun in my hand and a spark of madness I might have in the eye.

-You made him try to destroy me, you betrayed me, you choose his salvation even knowing that might meant my death, you abandoned me, you left me alone. You choose to hurt me for no real reason, just you existence, i've been hurt for you, but now im in hellish pain and you are the guilty, now im not your martyr, you made me just your victim, like so many before me.
So now you gotta decide if i live or die, but every choice has a catch, he or me, only one bullet, only one life, so chose.

He took everything away from me, she gave him the little peace I might have had.

-Now the twist, chose or i'll chose, tick tock, the time goes and a life shall go too.

She sees the madness in my eyes, her eyes focus on mine, she blinks and looks at him. She says nothing.

Well then, your time's over and your mouth is dry of words, so I'll help you now.
Now i stand up, playing with the gun, silent steps on the room, facing her i smile, smiling feels like lies, feels like a mask.
-Seems like you made your call and once again I'll execute it for you.

Again I put on a walk and now I lay my arm on his shoulders, he trembles, I whisper in his ear:

-She choose, be glad, and I'll see you soon.

Skin feels the cold metal and the sudden heavyness of the air we breath while my finger stops playing and finally pulls the trigger. A thunder of redemption. A life goes away...

How does it feels?

Now the balance is real again as I lie down resting with a bullet between my thoughts...