Cold look

Gazing through darkness

Floating in a river that leads up an unknown path. Every part of the body gets numbed by the touch of the chilly waves. Movements freeze to instable shíverings, keeping the legs and arms in awkward positions. The soul feels restrained by the burden life lays upon them. Heavy as bricks but still inivisble as if they were not existent for anybody else. The pressure adds itself up, becoming more and more like an obstacle unable to be faced. A pair of starry eyes glistens in the shadowy presence of twilight. Cold and sharp cuts the gazing look through the thickened ink around the steadily floating covering of the body. Slowly pushes the blood through the veins, causing the deaf limbs to quiver´. Pain slips in the mind, creating visions of horrible nightmares with staggering murders trying to end the suffering of the essence inside the floating body. Bland hallucinations fool the desperately hoping like cheap sleights into possible scenarios of salvation. However, as longer the body keeps being pushed down the river, the chances diminish constanly as the limbs become more and more numbed by the cold around them. Another gaze around leaves the essence stunned by the beauty of the moon's blue, spheric lightning. A lightning including everything inside the field covered by the essence's eyes. Small bursts of light flicker swiftly upon the inside of the lids as the essence prepares itself to be disintegrated into something new. Deep and laboured resound the echoes of the dying heart in the inner ear, leaving a last trace of life as the body gives out to relieve the essence. Hands reach out for the body but the soul has already left the body empty to begin its journey...