There's Nothing Left Here. (Go Home.)

 

Death crawled through the window, slowly at first, slowly the whole way. Death crept upon your bed, Death looked at your face and Death smiled.

"At last..." Death whispered. It really was you.

(You shifted in your sleep, your dreams filled with clouds and the moon, with flocks of birds. You smiled quietly. You sighed.)

Death reached out for your hand, ready to take you away. You awoke, startled at the cold breeze across your fingertips. You stared Death in the face with a blank look, until you made the connection.

"No, I'm not ready," you cry, "I'm not ready," you whisper.

Death smiled, "Oh, but you are," she whispers softly, "You don't have a choice, you never did." The shadows fill the room to its breaking point. Thoughts rush through your head in a blur of color and light. What if Heaven doesn't want you? What if Hell won't take you either?

(Does it even matter? I can't remember.)

In a panic, you try to run. Running through the endless black tunnel Death has created, filled with Polaroids of your life, lining the walls in fading black and white, filling you up with nostalgia and regret. Your breath comes in gasps, you can't comprehend why it's happening now, there's still so much to do. 

Your feet carry you nowhere, they carry you away from Death, or maybe towards it?

(What's better anyway? I can't remember.)

Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back.

(I dare you to look back.)

"You can't run," Death calls in your left ear, "You can't run from me."

Don't look back, don't look back.

You look back. Death is there with a smile. You keep running, barely breathing. Barely moving anymore. The Polaroids on the shadow of a wall fade, the corners peeling, falling to the ground, the people in them disappearing before your eyes. You want to stop.

Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back. (You beg yourself.)

Your feet continue to carry you into the darkness. It's impenetrable, eating at your soul. 

(But do you even have a soul? I can't remember.)

"You can't outrun me," Death calls in a sickly sweet voice, "You never could."