So bad was it that it would not stop bleeding. So bad was it that the gash had a mixture of blood, sand, metal scraps, torn flesh , sticks and hairs all tangled inside the cut. The cut was so deep that the hidden bones showed its face white and pale as a dying cancerous mother. The pain sent sharp signals sparking in my brain equal to 24 stabs. All I could hear was my mind telling me that this could be my own guillotine.

THIS IS THE END, THIS IS THE END.

I writhe in pain, so much pain. The blood kept pouring out. I try shutting I out with my fingers but it weaves pass them. It hugs my brilliant white finger nails, possessed it, and gave it a terrifying scarlet colour. The tears start to come. I could not help it. I just had to let It break through my iron door. A friend standing afar off my wound says to me “I told you so” and then he adds “be a man my friend, be a man”. Then he walks away like he was on his heels. This act gave me another cut right across my chest. I was heart broken and certainly felt worse. The pain multiply more than ever and I started puking all over he earth. This is my pain. This is my load. How could you know? How could you? I recall the words of my favourite song and I whisper it to myself amidst tears.

THIS IS END, THIS IS THE END.

I started feeling cold and my heart starts to rip apart. It starts beating all too rapidly. My whole body starts to jerk. I am crawling on the sand with my wound forming huge puddles of sand mixed with blood and puke. I was screaming for help but all around every one has lost their heart. I started rolling in the dirt pleading for this misery to stop. The blood still enjoying it freedom, now has a friend, water! I was getting crazy hitting my leg on the earth. I also started biting my tongue so hard that it starts to bleed too. I was also biting and chewing what was left of my lips.

THIS IS THE END, THIS IS THE END.

Then I became snotty. I tried cleaning the catarrh which was trying to slip into my mouth but it kept coming back and I let it be. My body also gave way to intense seizures. The pain was unbearable and I felt my light extinguishing. The wound was so dark and the wound lips were still wide open to the world. I could feel my body giving way to the pain and loss of blood. I could see myself turning white and my legs and hands going cold. My vision was hazy and dark so I tried reaching out for my glasses which was partly broken and then it happens. My head hits the earth. I look up at the sky so blue and white and I could see the beautiful clouds of the day. I hear a car horn and then I hear people running in my direction. And then it was night.

THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE END.

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