The Fervent Eternal

      by Ramon A. Garcia IV


his words drawn out . long and slow .
Crystallizing like a snow flake . The shape . The movement .
this was his condition , the moment.
Fevered in fervent eternal .
Days passed nights .Planets passed stars in his eyes gaining from . His
pace was open to the speed of a trotting mustang .
His mind totered into oblivion . The sensation . The endlessness .
This was his . never did he shiver . They tickled his nerves .
Scent beyond scent . Sight beyond seeing . And the pain oh yes the pain .
To this he whispered praise to were others would grind in agony .
His body was no more . His spirit torn from piece to piece .
Yet he wanted more . He never wanted to stop .
Pleasure , yes beyond even what others understood .
More then any man or women or animal could give .
In sex , rape , murder , or simple malice .
To him this was not hell , this was Paradise .
In sudden split it all ended . It was over .
What had stopped it ? Why had it stopped ?
They had promised pleasure why had they forgotten ?
His voice then came cut through in raspy flesh torn tone .
" Why have you stopped ? ."
No answer came to him .
" What was there to more , please ..."
Silence crept into him .
Then a voice cut through his .
" You sought pleasure yes ?"
"Yes." He replayed to the unknown chain dangled dark .
" Then since you're pleasure is more , you shell have pleasure .
in depravity of it ."
" No , god no . Please let me suffer . Please let me hurt ."
The silence filled him again , he tried to scream yet no sound arrived.
Was it his voice that was gone or had his ears died ?
He tried to smell yet no scent came .
All that was known was the darkness that consumed him but had he have gone blind ?
This was pleasure ? How was this pleasure to him ?
Time came and went without his knowing .His mind tottered into forever . No sensation .
The endlessness .
This was his . Never could he shiver . Nothing tickled his nerves .
No scent . No sight . And no pain oh yes no pain .
To this he could not whisper he could not even grind in agony .
His body  . His spirit  .
He wanted no more . He wanted to stop .
This is hell .