A golden swirling mist gently floated about my prone emaciated
body. Past spirit lovers they drifted gracefully toward me from
out of the golden sparkling clouds. Gently they kissed my cool
blood drained face with their icy lips, which were smeared with
the crimson gloss of fresh blood.
Their hands they flapped about like frantic birds as they began
to grab and clutch at the golden mists, which now remarkably had
taken on more of a solid like substance. Clutching chunks of the
golden clouds in their ethereal hands they began then to thrust
them into my body tearing through my skin which now resembled
nothing more than flimsy aged paper.
More and more of this golden mist they stuffed into my split
open body, until the air began to clear all about me along with
the quickly evaporating beautiful spirits.
My body was stuffed with the golden clouds which now billowed
out of my gaping wounds.
A heavy cold rain then began to fall from the gloomy looking
clouds that had mercilessly smothered the clear skies, and liquid
gold streams began to pump out of me, running down my sides, pouring
out of my mouth in golden cascades. Lakes of gleaming solidifying
gold surrounded me on all sides, and to my disbelief from out
of these lakes solid shapes began to form.
Heavy golden hammers and chisels, gleaming golden razor sharp
saws, and golden axes with dripping golden blades, all began to
form from within these lakes. And as if held by hundreds of invisible
bloodthirsty warriors hands, they simultaneously rose into the
air and rapidly descended upon me.
And as death heartily consumed me, I caught one final glimpse
of my murderers, and to my horror these murderers were my past
lovers spirits, who grinned down upon me with vengeance clearly
gleaming from their ghostly faces.
How could I have been so stupid as to believe that I could have
been forgiven by them for stealing their precious lives away.
For now I had been butchered with the tools of my bloodthirsty
murderous trade.
Death to the ripper, Death to the ripper, Death.
