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A Man's Addiction to Death
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BAM! One shot, one kill. The feel of a .45 going through your skull is mind bending and it is the thought of lead going through your memories, making the bad thought go away. it is quite relaxing. A man collapsed on the ground dead.
Death is not in.... the man just stood there shocked. "That b*****d will get its grasp on me even if i have to kill god himself."
Death walked in and saw the man. "s**t, why do you do this?"
The man walked up and looked into the darkness of where Deaths eyes should be. “Because you’re the only one that can take me to a happy place.”
Death just stood there shocked. "Me?"
The man fell to his knees, "Yes you, you’re the only thing that makes me feel... alive."
Death just looked at the man and said, " You sir, are scum and should live to feel... death." and walked away...
The man now with tears streaming down his face. “Please! NO! DON’T LEAVE ME!”
“Why should I?” Death peered over his shoulder in disgust. “You’re wasting your time.”
“HOW AM I?” The man swinging his arms like a mad man. “I’m addicted….”
Death looked at the man. Thinking, is this real. This man is addicted to me. This is Ludicrous. This is a first. Death opened its mouth but nothing came out. The man just looked up at him and pleaded. All Death could do is stare. “Come here.” The man scampered up to Death. Death held a hand out and just stared at the man. The man reached out and touched the cold and painful touch of Death’s hand.
“What is happening?” The man yelped. Then the man sat up. “It was a dream. Are you ******** serious?” The man got out of bed and paced back and forth. “What is reality?” the question haunted the man. The man looked at his hand and saw burn marks that were shaped like a handprint. “It was real.”
The man ran to his drawer. He pulled a gun from it. Shoved the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. No Death just pain. The man yelled in pain. “GOD DAMMIT! WHY? WHY DIDN’T IT WORKED?” Death knocked at the door. The man opened it.
Death laughed and said “Nice bullet wound. Oh yeah. I’m letting you live so you could see that life isn’t just a ******** game. You don’t get to decide if you live or die. So don’t try any of this bull s**t again.” Death disappeared as fast as it appeared.
The man just looked around. Saw the window and opened it, and yelled. “******** YOU DEATH! ******** YOUR POLITICS AND YOUR MANOR! AND DEATH JUST GO ******** YOURSELF!!!”
People on the street below just looked up and paused. One elderly man said “Did he just say that?” then as fast as they paused they started up again not caring for what this man’s problem is. The man just stood there now slumped over his in his chair. Blood dripping on the floor. Thinking, what the hell am I going to do?
“I know what to do!”
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Title:
A Man's Addiction to Death
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Artist:
Fluorescent Fever
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Description:
Imagine if you were a person addicted to the grasp of Death.. it's a rough draft so... keep that in mind when you vote please. And comment so i can perfect this.
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Date:
02/04/2010
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Tags:
mans
addiction
death
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