Dairy of a broken soul: a date with death

It's been so long since I last felt your touch; last breathed in your scent. In a few hours I'll be with you in your arms; basking in your europhia. They're banging on my door screaming for me to come out, tell them; please tell them I'm getting ready for my last date with a long lost friend. Tell them I'm putting on my make up and trying out my dresses.

My heels are matching and so are my jewelries. My jawlines and nose are contoured. It's so much fun dressing up in my room. Time's ticking. I have few hours left, I'm eager to dance to tunes; tunes of the spirits. I'm eagerly awaiting you my friend and all the convoy you bring with you.

The time is finally here. I can feel my feet no more. The sweet sensation of pain fills my belly. Darkness and cold encompasses me as my senses deaden. I can feel you closer; your presence becomes more overwhelming as you draw closer. I've waited for you for so long and finally the day is here when I finally go with you to an exquisite place.

Today is the day when I finally go on a date with death