A little thing called Death

Death, it sneaks upon us when we least expect it, taking loved ones and even ourselves.
Deaths cold embrace, chilling up its victims spine, paralyzing them with fear.
Wrapping his boney grip around their throats, squeezing the life from them.
Hells Demons arise from the depths and cold earth, dragging you down with them.
Not being able to scream, only able to stare, stare at the world your being taken from.
You can feel the heat, the heat from hell warms your body.
As they drag you further and further the heat intensifies making your blood boil and skin sizzle.
Steam arises from your body, the smell of burning flesh seeps in.
The screams and shouts from hells other prisoners surrounds you, their tiny fleshless hands reach out to grab you, to take your soul for themselves.
Your screams fill your head, not being able to release them.
Tears, tears only evaporate once they leave your eyes.
Reaching out for Gods blessing is all you can do, Praying he hears your call.


[To be continued :) ]
By Natasha Doré