Upon This Sunday

The air is thick with contaminants and a negative feeling one can not shake. Their eyes glazed with hatred, dart back and forth, searching for a catalyst. My eyes had just opened and my ears and nose had just revealed this new scenario to my consciousness. I've been here before. I've walked through this air.


Their voices grew increasingly louder. All the while, the rain pitter pattered outside. My own personal hatred for the morning grew rapidly. These voices were all too familiar and the dialogue was an age old debate that never finds resolution. I was thirsty......

I contemplated whether or not I was going to rise from my coffin and float through their vicious arena to retrieve a refreshing beverage. I had left my cloak of invisibility at the dry cleaners, so there was no incognito way for me to achieve this. I simply had to quench my thirst and I had to go.......out there.

I arose and dragged my heavy soul through the labyrinth. Upon coming into contact with their air, I could feel their presence. I could feel the impending doom. I kept my eyes low and focused on my destination. Even if one is able to make it through this smog without being noticed, you will, more than likely, become physically ill.

I had made it though. I filled my container with the precious fluid and dashed for the exit.

There is no holy ground here. You must be swift.

Once again I swam through the poisonous abyss and headed back to my grave. My mission was successful. The rain continued it's downfall upon the earth. Their voices continued to wrestle and tangle within the atmosphere and I was home.

I knew they were aware of my presence and I wondered why they had not taken my soul. I was of course, trespassing in their land. Perhaps I had cursed myself, but one of the demons had apparently followed me back. I knew this because it was knocking on the lid of my coffin.

Asking me to come out and play.

It's voice rattled my insides. My body grew weak. I told the vile creature that I could not participate. I knew if I had opened that lid, the demon's energy would have overtaken mine and I would have parted with this world. In my coffin I lied and remained silent. It could not enter my coffin without my permission, you see. It's part of the rules. I slowly closed my eyes and hoped the agent of the negative air would leave. Lying there.....hoping......sleep...would...come to me.

Pitter patter goes the rain.
Pitter patter goes the rain and I drift away.