Blood Paradox

Violently grasping for a second breath.....weezing...panting...panicking....gasping...crying...the tears of fear flow as the dark revelation of finality crosses the mind....is this where the curtain draws? There was so much left to not do....so many dreams to never see come true...so many goals to continuously put off for yet another dark moon.....The reality of the cold slumber becomes more and more apparent as time elapses....no relief in sight...mouth screams for help....no sound.....arms flail back and forth in hopes of rescue....there's no one there.....what is this obstructing the path to relief....what has captured the soul in it's death grip and pulls it further down into the bleek abyss as all appears calm to the vapid shallow surfaceness of the dwelling creatures abroad? Do they hear the cries....do they see the attempts to call for help....are they even there...have the illusions of the dying come back in the most sinister of ways to portray the final act of life as one of selfishness and isolation.....or does reality show the ugly truth of a society that would just as soon pretend the demon is not dancing in the center of the street while men, women and children alike pass it by.....feeling it's aura of unholiness and grotesque delight in the spotlight....but never acknowledge its existence.....never lock eyes with it....only ignore it and hope it goes away....but it never does....the demon takes on many forms.....but the man continues to deny it's presence....and is so complacent with this pretense.....he passes the angels too....he passes everything....even the dying man crying for help as he draws his las breath and drowns in his own watery grave sadness....look up....he's drowning...he's crying.......he's silent.