Escape

on Thursday, 26 March 2009

The daemons are coming. I felt them before I heard them. I knew what they wanted; I knew what they wanted to do to me. I shudder. I look around -desperate to hold on to something. Anything. In a daze, I begin chanting. It works for a while, buys me some time. I start planning a distraction. Reality kills my plans. I know that those plans will never work. I still try, mostly because of a lack of options. I think they can sense fear, the daemons, I mean. They gather courage , edge closer, cautiously at first and then with increasing manic energy. I don’t want them to come closer. I pray. I hear laughter in my head, praying? Really?, I wait for an escape. The daemons are closer now, I can feel them in my skin. Pain. Fear. Anger. Where is my escape? “Go away, you are not welcome” , I beg. More manic laughter.


I give in. They consume me. Agony. Rage. Tears.

And then comes my escape. I embrace it eagerly, It fills me. Creeps into my veins , quietly. Takes over my consciousness. Bliss. I breathe evenly, unconsciously. The strain seeps out, little by little. I feel secure. Oblivious.

Then they awake, the daemons. More vivid and dangerous. This time, I don’t have a choice. I let them ravage me, unable and unconscious to put up a fight. I hear laughter, the manic kind. Silence.

There is no escape.

5 Comments:

Utsav said...

:|

kinni said...

:P

shveta said...

hmmmmmmm..........
eh...
hmmmm...

Sauron said...

Nice writing... the description was quite vivid, and one could almost imagine the demons closing in, with the backdrop of tribal drums, wild battlecries etc.

kinni said...

@sauron thanks.