Beguiled by doubt and fear, I wandered in the darkness of the night, searching for deception and truth.
I remembered that the sun had just set down slowly, diving into the ocean depths and dissolving completely.
Struggling to keep myself alive, trying to not think and not remember, hence not suffering anymore.
Successfully, I discovered refuge in the oblivion of my senses, no longer understanding what reality and illusion were.
Sobbing and gasping until I couldn’t breathe anymore, I fell like a dead flower on the cold ground, and there I lay down, remaining senseless like a deadly slumber.
I awoke in a new realm, but I was not alive anymore because I belonged to the kingdom of death and oblivion.
I was happily dead for the rest of eternity, an ethereal and metaphysical creature rambling in an endless night.
I was no longer living, beguiled by doubt and fear. Betrayal and lies were not part of my life anymore, and neither phoney love belonged to my realm.
I was finally free from vultures and deception. My essence was pure, like a crystal gem shining under the moonlight.
Alone, I wandered, and I still strolled among shadows and memories, feeling a grudge and the emptiness of the eternal night.
Silence surrounded me like a haunting ghost, following me everywhere, always lingering. I heard nothing but the echoes of my own obsessions.
Teardrops descended over my body, cold manifestations of my sorrow and my anguish, silent sighs of my despair and my invisible wounds.
I embraced death and defeat forever, perceiving their cruel grasp over me; their wicked blade pierced me brutally until it shattered me to pieces.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
