Death and Destruction

I am Death.

A thousand pained cries. Bound to me with an invisible sheath, pulled tight, struggling to worm their way into my skin, to my heart.

You are Destruction.

Your presence is great. The very earth trembles before you, afraid of the terrible havoc you might wreak upon her fragile surface.

We are one and the same, but so very different.

A definite entity. Two singular beings. Trapped and sheltered by each other.

The love and hate conflict, mingling like salt and sugar, too similar to tell apart, both violent as the sagacious sea.

An immense tumult of confusion as we attempt to disengage from this infinite embrace, cringing away from the sting of seclusion, always back to each others arms.

A pain, as endless as the gently winking stars, for them as much as for us.

An agony so deep it drags at our very souls, wrenching this way and that, threatening to end us.

A weariness that calls us to lower our eyes and drift away into darkness.

Come my pretties, lie beside us and sleep well with the love of our great cause.

And we want so much to follow, to be lulled into a timeless slumber, never to have to see the dying souls behind defensive eyes as they are picked away by the vultures of other consciences.

Come my darlings, it's not so difficult as it seems. Just a little closer and we can soothe away the memories, we can ease the pain you feel for your deeds; we can help you to move on.

But who then will be left to bear our cross forth? Our lone task, stained with the souls we've been forced to take.

Why should you fret over such meaningless nuisance when rewarding respite waits just around the corner? Forget such thoughts and let us in.

But then we remember ourselves. Remember who we were meant to be and turn our backs on the impossible temptation.

Do you know what you refuse? What wonderful relief we offer you?

We hear the voice, hear the promise in it's honey tone, but we shake our head. We press on, beyond the winds screaming for us to go back, past the incredulous staring trees and back to our world of constant deciet and ache and tenderness.