DYING...

When I opened my eyes, it was being shut again, 
When I tried to speak, someone strangulated me.
what was happening?
I could hardly remember what was it? what really had happened? where was I? what was I doing?
Friday night, I remember myself, dancing, remembering those steps and then the next thing was a flood of tears, when it all flashed before my eyes...that smile, those eyes, those fingers.
I loved those hands, there was something in it....the warmth and the coldness,both together and it spoke the world when he held it with mine and promised the world. "wait for me,I will make every moment worth it"
The  vultures hovered around me,the witches screamed and danced around with the vultures, the air was dark and smoky, the room was blackness personified.
They all cheered together, it was time to come to the embrace of what death was offering me...
a time of peace-
                  away from the chaos and the cries of my soul, 
                  a time of solidity, a time of permanence, 
                  a time away from all the pain.
I so badly wanted it, I so badly wanted the comfort which deaths ice cold hands were offering me. 
So,...... flushed the toilet of all traces
and with a smile, remembering those marble eyes, I slipped off and slept.
peacefully drifting, drifting away, sailing away....far away to the land I was promised by death and the vultures.
Will I ever see your face again?
Will I ever hold those hands?
little did I care...i was drifting away...silently... peacefully....blissfully.....
until ...
never to be able to go back to sleep again.