Saturday, August 29, 2009

A Portrait of Death: Death

I’m not sure how long I’ve been doing this. Everything back then was so hazy. But we’re all created for a purpose, and it so happens that my purpose is to end life. At first I relished my task, back when the world was wicked, back when things weren’t so complicated. No one is innocent, that is true, and everyone must perish. That is the way of things. The way it was Ordained. And I can’t refuse. How can I say no? The song that burns within me compels me to do it, as does my devotion to the cause. Everyone must perish. It is the Law. It is the Curse. Still, sometimes I can’t help but feel a little sorrow where my heart would be.


Edit: This is a work of fiction, a short story interweaving journal articles from Death (like this post) and his many exploits.


Krista said...

Oh, Dark and gritty! I really like this!

Shellie (Layers of Thought) said...

I like it too - on the other hand you've got me a bit worried .. please state "work of fiction" on it for your older readers whom do not know you as well..... I worry about stuff like this.

logankstewart said...

Thanks Krista and Shellie. And good point, Shellie. Someone could stumble on this and think "Oh no, we've got a murdering psycho here." Thanks again folks.

ParaJunkee said...

Ok, yeah, kinda freaky since it was my first time on your blog. You had me looking over me shoulder (hee hee). Well written though. I'm now a new follower, great blog.

logankstewart said...

Thanks for stopping by, for following, and for liking my blog, ParaJunkee. Hope you enjoy your time here.