Patience which is said to be a virtue, was one I didn’t have in plentiful as I sat at the corner clipping my dirty finger nails. The reason for my impatience was the slow approach the second occupant of the room employed as he nervously went about the final phase of our unsavory business.
Did he bloody think I had all day?
I was still fuming over his delay when quite suddenly something began to happen that gave me room for pause. A foreseen but underestimated factor had quite suddenly played its hand and I was almost helpless to stop it.
Damn! The sneaky bastard.
So I watched in derision as that puny and insignificant but yet harmful human feeling called uncertainty slowly crept into my companions head in an attempt to destabilize our carefully thought out plan. The frigging root of his uncertainty was borne out of doubt and the feeling of impending doom. He also wondered if the path he was about to embark on was the wisest and if the subsequent repercussions were worth it.
So a war of words in the form of questions and counter answers ensued between two factions in his head.
“Will she ever forgive me if I didn’t see it through”? Fuck no! “You have to see this through because you made a promise to her”, was the reply he got from the more agreeable and susceptible part of himself.
“But wouldn’t I be damned by this singular action”? Isn’t damnation worth more than the loneliness and neglect you are living here on earth? Was the reply he received yet again.
“Would she understand if I backed out now”? Hell no! Would you have understood if your mummy hadn’t baked you that big spongy chocolate cake for your 10th birthday?
“Did she ever know how much I truly loved her”? Hell yeah! She is fucking watching you right now dummy.
“Would she really want me to do this for her”? Fuck yeah! She damn well misses you and wants you to be with her now.
He was trapped in between two persistent and persuasive forces which ensnared him in a sticky web of doubt as more questions bombarded him till that moment of clarity which seems to hit most men just before they do something regrettable, slowly began to shine brightly. It shone too brightly that it blinded him, thereby completely defeating its purpose and irrevocably sealing his fate. That slight moment of mental blindness temporarily ensured he forgot what he was up about and that momentary lapse in concentration was all it took.
It was all I needed as I impatiently gave him a little nudge in the right direction, after all I didn’t have all day to waste.
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When I was through, I stepped back to admire my masterpiece with repressed pride. Then I picked my clipboard which was fashioned out of human bones and began to record the series of event that led to his demise in that smooth and meticulous handwriting everyone agrees is the only beautiful attribute I possess.
It was amusing but not surprising to note that the fool heard the snap only seconds before he felt that sudden and painful tug by gravity. It was also hilarious watching him try to scream when he could only manage a pathetic gurgle as he swung to the rhythm of my harmonic tune.
All the standard symptoms, from skin tingling to dizziness to his vision narrowing to convulsions, shock and acute respiratory acidosis were exhibited as he slowly and painfully expired. Trust me it was a masterpiece, it was a beauty to behold me at my finest and most importantly it was a pleasure watching him dance in my honor.
All it took for his whole life to flash right in front of him were mere seconds but it painfully felt like hours to him. Ironically, the last thought his already De-oxygenating brain managed to process before his bowels gave in and both carotid arteries and the jugular vein compressed sufficiently to induce a cerebral ischemia was “SHIT“.
Time of expiration -16:09pm.
As expected, there was no one to record this glorious moment and worse, nobody was going to miss him. It would most likely be weeks before his remains is discovered and by then it would be irrevocably immersed in putridity. Even as I speak, the sacred process of my actions were already taking its toll as “Livor mortis” set in, creating an overall bluish-purple discoloration on the lower part of his body, hence lividity.
My favorite part is when the microbial proliferation leads to the accumulation of gases which causes bloating. The gases produced cause natural liquids and liquefying tissues to become frothy like a “Foamy mug of chilled beer” and as the pressure of the gases increase, fluids are forced to escape through natural orifices like the nose, mouth, and anus and the build up of this pressure will cause the rupturing of the skin, giving way to the maggots and that sweet horrible stink of decay.
Oh! Where are my manners?
Enough of the medical mumbo jumbo and please accept my sincerest apologies for I sometimes can be a show off. So I’ll just skip all the bullshit and introduce myself in the best way foreseeable.
I am that eventual inevitability; I am what cannot be fathomed…..
I am the end; the proverbial light at the “End of the dark tunnel”
It’s a funny and common misconception that the light at the end of the tunnel signifies help. I won’t try to correct that amusing and crappy belief even when I am so itching to because no matter how hard I’ll try, I am doomed to failure. Humans need and live off hope, its your life force, its what keeps you going and its why you will either strive to find it even in the most hopeless of places or die trying.
The irony……
Regardless of hope, know that I’ll come for you when your time is up. Either prematurely, by your own device or my choosing, I will come to collect. Do not fight, just embrace it wholeheartedly, it’s inevitable for you all must dance because death is universal. No matter what status you had alive, I will unite you all as equals for you were all from dust and shall return to it.
Life is fragile and the glories of your mortal life would be worthless when your time to wear those dancing shoes come. You must all dance, be it “Tango” or “Salsa” or whatever crappy steps you managed to acquire during your mortal adventures. So live your life well and to the fullest because it’s all vanity.
Take this filth hanging from his ceiling for instance; he had it all, yet he threw it all. He contemplated and was going through the process of felo-de-se because he lost the woman he loved. He threw it all for the same lying backstabbing cheat of a whore who had spread her legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry. But you know how it is said that what you don’t know can never hurt you, right?
Yep! So the blind fool promised her on her dying bed that he wouldn’t dare live again without her, so I happily obliged him.
But on the other hand what he didn’t know actually did hurt him though. For if he’d known she hadn’t loved him as much as he thought, he wouldn’t be dangling shamelessly for the whole world to see, right?
It was simple, he already had the noose around his delicate neck, all he had to do was let go but he started having second thoughts and I couldn’t have any of that. So like I said earlier, I gave him a nudge in the right direction.
Is any woman other than a mother worth a man’s life?
Hell no! How many women would take their life because they couldn’t stand to leave without a loved one? No woman is worth your life because their loyalty are misplaced and she will love you as long as her priorities haven’t changed. But when they do, say arrivederci to her and move on when she dumps you, trust me they aren’t worth the hassle.
Any lesson learned here?
Think carefully before you embark on any life altering action because you’ll never get the chance to retract your steps. Also know that you might not be as lucky as that egg head hanging pathetically from his ceiling, because I just might have done him a very big favor. Remember that suicide is eternal damnation and while he was contemplating, I assisted, so even if he was going through the act he technically died by accident. It can’t be murder because its my sole right to collect when I see fit so it was an accident, right?
I can already feel the hopeful wheels of hopeless reasoning slowly driving that hopeless feeling of hope into your hopeless heads, so let me ask another set of question;
Will that count with whoever is making the decision on the path his soul takes from here on?
Is my line of reasoning not admissible and logical?
And most importantly, did I do him a favor or was I just satisfying my morbid hunger for pain and misfortune?
My Dark School Of Thoughts 
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