{"sf1_id":786856,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Death Monologue","author":"forgotpassword","words":372,"posted_at":"2014-11-23T21:37:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Creepy shit","Death","Vague","monologue"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/786856-death-monologue","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/786856","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=786856\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A thing I'm writing for a video me and a mate from my school are making Any ideas for improvement would be helpful, I'm also going to upload the audio version. Hope you like it.","content":"You.\n\nThe one with the lungs.\n\nThere. Clutching so tightly to a screen.\n\nStaring blankly as I stare, as I talk to you.\n\ni\n\nThe fallen people, walking under me.\n\nThe fallen walking forever\n\nIn circles around my throne, in circles around nothing.\n\ni\n\nThey do not see me, they do not see you.\n\nAll they see, is the back of the person in front of them.\n\nAll they see is the future, not the present, not the past.\n\nbut the near future, they feel it claw at them.\n\nThey feel it reach out and stroke every part of who they are.\n\ni\n\nBut you.\n\nThe one with the lungs.\n\nThe lungs that cling to air.\n\ni\n\nYou.\n\nStare at me.\n\nBlankly.\n\ni\n\nAnd you, don't realize.\n\nI'm not looking at a camera, I'm not looking, at an editing screen.\n\nI'm looking at you.\n\nI'm looking at your heart beat inside your chest.\n\ni\n\nAnd your eyes widen slightly, rolling slightly.\n\nYou seem to think this is all a game,\n\nthat this is a form of entertainment.\n\nBut what you don't realize\n\nis the darkness, that beautiful, beautiful darkness\n\nwill be upon you soon,\n\ni\n\nSooner than you think.\n\nSooner than you know.\n\nDon't worry.\n\nIf you fade,\n\nyou will join this line.\n\ni\n\nYour forgetting, each face looks the same\n\nand thats because it is.\n\nAnd thats because it isn't.\n\ni\n\nYou will join them.\n\nand you will take one of these faces.\n\ni\n\nBecause my throne is infinite,\n\nand your bodys are endless.\n\ni\n\nWhen there are enough bodies to fill the nothingness,\n\nI will be satisfied, I will let those who are left live.\n\ni\n\nBut this can not be done.\n\nBecause I have said, it is bottomless, it is endless.\n\nIt is a staircase that spirals down\n\nand down\n\nand down\n\nand down\n\nand down\n\nand down...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;into nothingness there is no end to this. \u0026nbsp;It Grows With Each Corpse.\n\ni\n\nIt Grows With Each Wailing Silent Heaving Agony.\n\ni\n\nThese sentences these words don't make sense.\n\nThey don't have to,\n\ni\n\nBecause you,\n\nThe one with the lungs, that cling to air, so desperately.\n\ni\n\ni\n\nYou only need to see the back in front of you.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}