Post by vynfyre on Feb 8, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -5
I saw the crimson blade, in the mirror in front of me. It fell to the ground as she tried to apologize.
How could someone really be sincere when they say sorry after they stab you in the back. The wound was still open. It must have pierced my lung because I was having a difficult time breathing. I fell to my knees and she tried to lay her hand on my shoulder. Tears were running down her face. I pushed her back.
My vision was getting blurry and someone else came into view. I couldn't quite make out his face. It seemed as though he wanted to help. So I waited for him to offer any aid at all. He never did.
I was on the floor now and my blood had now stained my entire sleeve as I tried to put pressure on the puncture. A new figure had entered, who had something in her hand. It was a bottle. She whispered in my ear, "Drink this it will make the pain go away." I took the bottle and took a swig. It didn't work so I tried again. Still the pain grew worse and then the bottle broke, cutting my hand and spilling all over the place. I had a bigger mess now and the liquid had left my mouth dry.
I wiped the sweat from my brow with my bloodied hand, smearing red across my forehead. It burned. I crawled out of the room, looking for something, anything to heal me. As I stumbled out I fell down a flight of stairs. I fell at the feet of a man who told me that if I bought the same medication that he was taking, I would feel better. I bought as much medication as I could afford. But the medication he gave me were all placebos. I couldn't swallow them anyway, my throat had grown too arid.
A woman then came into view, from what I could tell she was beautiful. "Lay your eyes upon my flesh," she said softly, "Just keep watching me as I move, it will help you forget the pain." I started to watch, horrified as the seductress turned into a grotesque being. I struggled to leave the room, to get away, but even though she became grotesque, I couldn't look away. But soon, she just turned to dust.
I looked around in despair, my vision growing worse and worse, I started to cry. I had nothing left in life, no money, no friends who cared enough to help me. A voice hissed out of the blurred mess that had become my sight. It said, "Give up, you can't make it now, use this to make it easier on yourself." Cold metal formed in my hand.
I felt it and realized it was a gun. I needed to die, I couldn't bare the pain any longer. I had nothing left in life, why shouldn't I just off myself? I readied the weapon. Pulled it towards my parched mouth. My mouth was so dry. I just wanted to have one last drink of water before I died.
My vision, by this point, had gone completely. I felt around in aimless ambition for any source of water. I grabbed onto what felt like a tablecloth. But as I tugged, I heard a man's voice. I was too disoriented, I couldn't understand what he was saying. I felt his hand on my forehead, it felt strangely cool against my fevered skull. I could hear him now, he made me this offer, that if I carried something for him, he would give me water. I nodded towards his direction.
Anything for water. He put something on my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. I couldn't even stand. I leaned against him and he offered strength. Tears streamed down my face from the pain. He put his hand on the side of my face. I didn't realize this at first, but there was a hole in his wrist. Liquid poured down my throat, filling me with life.
My vision began to return and a blurred face was smiling warmly at me. He said, "This water is everlasting." I didn't understand, but he continued to hold me as I drank wine that he offered me. It tasted sweet to my lips along with the bread that he gave me to help return my strength.
I could stand on my own now. My vision had returned and I had now seen that everything else offered before were lies that could never heal me. There was only one true remedy. I looked around but the man had disappeared. He had cleaned up my mess for me though, the blood was gone, even the stains were gone, as well. Light was shining through my front door. By it I could see what the man had put on my shoulder. It was a wooden cross. I walked through my front door, with plans to tell everyone what had happened.
The man had cleaned up my mess completely. He didn't even really ask for anything in return, he only gave and gave. He had saved my life. Jesus Christ has saved my life and he can save yours, too.
How could someone really be sincere when they say sorry after they stab you in the back. The wound was still open. It must have pierced my lung because I was having a difficult time breathing. I fell to my knees and she tried to lay her hand on my shoulder. Tears were running down her face. I pushed her back.
My vision was getting blurry and someone else came into view. I couldn't quite make out his face. It seemed as though he wanted to help. So I waited for him to offer any aid at all. He never did.
I was on the floor now and my blood had now stained my entire sleeve as I tried to put pressure on the puncture. A new figure had entered, who had something in her hand. It was a bottle. She whispered in my ear, "Drink this it will make the pain go away." I took the bottle and took a swig. It didn't work so I tried again. Still the pain grew worse and then the bottle broke, cutting my hand and spilling all over the place. I had a bigger mess now and the liquid had left my mouth dry.
I wiped the sweat from my brow with my bloodied hand, smearing red across my forehead. It burned. I crawled out of the room, looking for something, anything to heal me. As I stumbled out I fell down a flight of stairs. I fell at the feet of a man who told me that if I bought the same medication that he was taking, I would feel better. I bought as much medication as I could afford. But the medication he gave me were all placebos. I couldn't swallow them anyway, my throat had grown too arid.
A woman then came into view, from what I could tell she was beautiful. "Lay your eyes upon my flesh," she said softly, "Just keep watching me as I move, it will help you forget the pain." I started to watch, horrified as the seductress turned into a grotesque being. I struggled to leave the room, to get away, but even though she became grotesque, I couldn't look away. But soon, she just turned to dust.
I looked around in despair, my vision growing worse and worse, I started to cry. I had nothing left in life, no money, no friends who cared enough to help me. A voice hissed out of the blurred mess that had become my sight. It said, "Give up, you can't make it now, use this to make it easier on yourself." Cold metal formed in my hand.
I felt it and realized it was a gun. I needed to die, I couldn't bare the pain any longer. I had nothing left in life, why shouldn't I just off myself? I readied the weapon. Pulled it towards my parched mouth. My mouth was so dry. I just wanted to have one last drink of water before I died.
My vision, by this point, had gone completely. I felt around in aimless ambition for any source of water. I grabbed onto what felt like a tablecloth. But as I tugged, I heard a man's voice. I was too disoriented, I couldn't understand what he was saying. I felt his hand on my forehead, it felt strangely cool against my fevered skull. I could hear him now, he made me this offer, that if I carried something for him, he would give me water. I nodded towards his direction.
Anything for water. He put something on my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. I couldn't even stand. I leaned against him and he offered strength. Tears streamed down my face from the pain. He put his hand on the side of my face. I didn't realize this at first, but there was a hole in his wrist. Liquid poured down my throat, filling me with life.
My vision began to return and a blurred face was smiling warmly at me. He said, "This water is everlasting." I didn't understand, but he continued to hold me as I drank wine that he offered me. It tasted sweet to my lips along with the bread that he gave me to help return my strength.
I could stand on my own now. My vision had returned and I had now seen that everything else offered before were lies that could never heal me. There was only one true remedy. I looked around but the man had disappeared. He had cleaned up my mess for me though, the blood was gone, even the stains were gone, as well. Light was shining through my front door. By it I could see what the man had put on my shoulder. It was a wooden cross. I walked through my front door, with plans to tell everyone what had happened.
The man had cleaned up my mess completely. He didn't even really ask for anything in return, he only gave and gave. He had saved my life. Jesus Christ has saved my life and he can save yours, too.