Konstruktiv kritik, tack!
Here goes:
I open my eyes, only to gaze upon pitch black haze.
I look down, I'm sitting on thin air.
I look up again, and before me is a being.
A morbid angel, her sinister eyes piercing through me.
Terrified, my eyes start to flicker, the darkness around me closes in, just waiting to devour me.
I stroll past them.
Weak, flickering lights, so easy to destroy.
And that is what I do, words like whiplash from my tounge, agonizing.
Liquid fire from my eyes, burning.
Oh the pleasure it brings me, their pain is delightful, I reap the tears of their cries.
Weak, flickering lights, to others perceived as humans.
I come to my senses, I inhale the haze.
I force my eyes to look at her, pale skin contrasting against those black, sinister eyes.
"You know what I am." She doesn't ask, she states.
Her words linger, I taste them, turn them, try to understand.
A sadistic smile slowly spreads across her thin lips.
Realization hits me, she is reckoning, she is justice.
Terrified, my eyes start to flicker, the darkness around me closes in, just waiting to devour me.
I am not known, for I am silent.
Lights around me, trusting me, loving me.
I play along, everything has it's time.
Pathetic beings, I won't bother with this mercy.
Not anymore, not anymore.
They will feel the rage of justice, they will die on the sacred battlefield.
Today, I lost my honor.
The morbid angel speaks, words like whiplash, her eyes seeing through me, burning through me.
Revealing me, forcing me.
Forcing me to see the mirror.
Long forgotten fear begins to churn inside me.
She lets out a maniacal laugh.
She constrains herself and looks and me.
"Your time, is now". She says, with an utmost frightening tone to it.
I feast, they scream, like lambs being led to slaughter.
My whip is lashing freely, putting everything out.
Everything.
I'm done.
There is nothing.
Everything.
I miss it.
No.
And I descend into the darkness.
She lifts her hand, painfully slowly, and places it in front of her face.
She grabs her index finger, and starts twisting it.
Joints cracking, the miniscule limb malformed.
She seems satisfied and grabs her next finger.
Twisting it, bending it just like the last one, except this time she looks at me, looks at my hand.
I look at my hand, and a suffocated scream of terror escapes me as I notice the index and middle finger.
Twisted, malformed.
Identical to hers, a perfect copy.
My ring finger starts to bend, I can hear the cracking, I can see the finger dislocating.
But there is no pain.
She makes a slight pause before continuing on to the last finger, as if it is different.
"This is final, this is absolute." She says, controlled.
She grabs her little finger by the outer joint, and starts turning it.
She turns it.
The finger snaps, the tip comes off, and is now resting in the palm of her other hand.
"Touch it, and it will come off" She says.
I touch it gently, it falls.
Falls without stopping, into the black.
And we descend into the darkness.
Dumma människor borde bannlysas till en egen liten ö där de kan få vara dumma ifred.
