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Antagonizing, the pain that drenched the mortal remains of the almost dead, the walls left nothing but the pale shadows of everyday that left behind no memories, the emptiness echoed through the head that had no thought but to think and was made to think. It’s been a while, a long while, slogging out life out of the lifeless, they’d been successful, alliterated abuses hurled didn’t break my defense, my blood, my food, my puke, my food, nothing was left, they took it all away, my senses, my pain, my agony. Felt like a slow motion dream, but sometimes dreams go bad when you’re not looking at them and this was one of them, already fueled to the point of no return.
They caught me brutally wounded, suffocated with the dust from the field where shells left no space for the dust to rise, where ground was soiled with the thickness of the blood oozing out of the alive, the only altruist was the wind that helped us breathe, as the eyes slowly made way for the darkness to creep in, the body gave up too. Waking up dead is easy said than done, pain that screamed right through your ankle till the head coupled with the alacrity of the moan signaled that death still didn’t bless us. Press never penetrated into the affairs of the government and this was the perfect example.
To the world outside, it was a fortress built with blood, stick and stone, it was an inferno, had no rules, no time, no nothing, all one needed was the occasional prayer on the lips to set them free forever but nothing worked. Learning to sit still came with time, talking, admonitions were free and being optimistic was a sin in itself, Hope was not a good thing, incarceration sounds like heaven, life in here cannot be called life, it was a rebirth in itself, it all made us believe that sometimes, dreams can go really sour.
The people in here were always hungry for something or the other, sometimes it was lives, sometimes it was blood, sometimes it was sheer boredom which had to be killed, they had no hearts, no eyes, straight faced, concentrated smile with corroded enamels, added to the existing beauty, dark clothed always smelling sick to the bone, there were no shifts, people seem to work here forever, they had only one job at hand, to torture us, nobody knew how long it had been since we got in here, the walls ran out of space, names, abuses, forms, drawings, blood stained patches next to cracks, it had it all. We were just a mere speck of dust, waiting to get lost in the desert sand some day like any other dead-mortal in here. It didn’t matter anymore, they knew nothing, neither did we, breaking the habit is always hard, but not being on the other side of it. All I did everyday was to close my eyes, because you never know what’s heading your way. Choice was never discussed, options never existed, all we knew was Death’s invitation which had to honoured soon, and soon it will be.
