Giving Hades His Due

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Bah!

And it has come now to this?!?
I am falling
Sinking into rotten fetid, graveyard soil
Where the sad remains of centuries lay buried
The dead have been waiting here to finally bury the dead.
With icy hands they grasp and tear my flesh
In screaming agony, I am uncovered, naked, burning!
Blood streams away, sucked into the thirsty earth, insatiable
(She could swallow a thousand gallons and still want more)
My organs disintegrate,
My manhood went with my flesh
Lungs wheeze out their last,
Heart falls flat
Brain turn into so much worthless gray jelly
Even bones crack and fragment

Horror and revulsion melt away with my flesh
Sorrow disperses
All of my emotions depart

Flesh is gone and with it all fleshly desires
Hungerless
Thirstless
Lustless
Motionless

Sitting in the silent darkness

Parentless
Friendless
Enemyless
Companionless

Sitting alone in the silent darkness

Ambitionless
Expectationless
Planless
Goalless

Sitting, with endless patience in the silent darkness

After a ten-thousand years

Or maybe just a century

I am moving again, or being moved.

Rebirth is inevitable.

2

Is it? From a cold and nameless grave.

3

Ony the living can feel cold. What is cold to one who is fleshless? Death prefigures rebirth. But one may certainly ask, what dies and what is reborn?

4

but, how does one know what the dead cannot feel?

5

ask them.

6

Perhaps via the same way that one knows that the living can.

7

The dead and the living are one. Rebirth is inevitable… We know nothing before life and nothing after. I believe in rebirth. Nice writing, more elaboration.