The smooth black elixir that lay inside the violet vial, sat coolly on the drab table top
As if beckoning me to lose myself in its soothing release
The tall, stand alone, royal purple vial it was held looked hauntingly enchanting
The tiny room seemed to breathe around me as I took it all in
My mouth watered at the poisons alleged sweet agents and scents
I approached the table calmly and cautiously with every step
The poison seemed to judge me as I approached
I sat myself on the black chair adjacent to the vial and stored
Eyes fixated on the liquid death that manifested in front of me
Hands shaking with anticipation, I pick up the vial gently
As if afraid to disturb the sleeping-dormant death
I inhaled sharply as the overwhelming holy scent drifted to my nose
The crisp scent of Hades’ sacred fruit excite my nasal passages
Soon after, soothing vanilla overtakes the previous scent
I sit there for a moment, seemingly marinating in the grand scent
The will to consume this liquid velvet overtook me
With trembling hands, I lifted the vial to my eager lips
From this point, it seemed as if the poison was more of an antidote for my dull lifeless taste buds
Slowly, I sip upon exquisite mix ebony death, the essence of life with a hint of despair
I pushed away from the table and shot up from my chair
My veins pulsed black and I feel my sanity being pushed away from my mortal being
Shocked, I threw the vial to the ground and it the floor
The poison was no longer enticing, but rather utterly repulsive
I gagged. I choked. I screamed. I cried.
I could feel my innocence slipping from my fate tinged fingers
My entire body pulsed in pain, throbbed in agony
My soul was longer my own
It became twisted, broken, and distorted
My face revealed horror when I realized
This wasn’t poison
I was being condemned
My soul wasn’t being freed, it was being trapped
Caught in a web of my own innocence and ignorance
The room was closing in, the faded wallpaper seemed to mock my pain
My breath was shallow and quick
Time seemed to become an endless void with which only my suffering could fill
My worldly troubles seemed to fade
Replaced by my unholy, demonic, muffled screams as my airway beings to close
I claw at my throat in a mad frenzy, but that does me no justice
My eyes flutter helplessly from the lack of oxygen
The fates had spun my life in a thread and the time had come to cut the seam
All the things I was worried about seemed so minuscule
I collapsed to the floor in pain, wincing
I gazed upon where I dropped the vial
No longer was the beautiful ebony concoction
But a green stagnant pool of sickening goo lay there
I turned to face the ceiling, unsure of how long my pain would last
Although as I lay there, I wonder, I wonder how something so small, could have made an impact on me
The Velvet Death had sneaked past me.