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Amidst the Breathless, I Weep

from The Funeral Corridor by Recorruptor

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At the moment, I fear my love has departed from her mind. She speaks only of being in the arms of God, rather than mine. After the treacherous journey I’ve survived, why would she not want to come back to me? Nevertheless, my goal is complete. She is mine. Polarizing options growing to a head, come back to the living or return to the dead. She begs, “give me serenity in death. Allow me to venture heaven from these cursed depths.” Pleas grow tired unto my benighted ears. My decision is made, no matter how many tears. Within this awful altercation we soon realize the realm in which we’ve stumbled to. A prison of self-annihilation - A purgatory of all who fell prey to suicide. Phantoms hang atop the rafters. Eviscerated bodies lie on the floor. Gunshot wounds soon after bring blood that drains evermore. Forced to look upon with dread, Knives into throats, driven deep. Walls are covered in red. The ichor continues to seep. Amidst the breathless, I weep.

All I see is red. All I see is dead.

She begs, “give me tranquility in death. Allow me to escape your sin within these cursed depths.” Pleas grow tired unto my benighted ears. My decision is made, no matter how much she fears. Overridden with disgusting images and pain, my will to continue is temporarily strained. The sin of sloth shall overcome my soul. Rest and be still, absolutely nothing more. She strolls the gangways, looking down upon the dead with a yearning desire to have her wishes met. “If heaven is too far, and life would be hell, then self-inflicted murder may just be the best bet.” Sloth has overcome me - death has overcome she.

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from The Funeral Corridor, released August 21, 2020

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