My funeral bells

I had never known how nor where that sound came from. It was there the first day, the day I was born. It did not stop, only accelerated its pace; it confused me, and I always looked for a trace. It was there at first love when I kissed that little boy, as I gripped his low back and gave him a smile, the sound then appeared to grow loud. It was because, I found out, when my heart throbbed faster, the sound faster grew loud.

Each hour and each day, the tinkling sound found a way. to get me down, to throw it all away and in silence drown. It subverted time. Felt like minutes waiting for it to sound, but Oh! When it rumbled, hours passed in a glance. And in this glance, marbled glance, glassed glance, trapped in time, and in space in a height, the sound drew me so high, the sound only grew loud. And it grew loud, it only grew loud.

Now I finally know. From the day I was born, until the last of my life, I was waiting, wanting to die. And that sheer rough sound was just my phantom’s call, was just my burial bells, was my funeral bells. Bells. Bells!

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Lowkey inspired by the story behind Sergei Rachmaninov's Prelude: It is told that he had a dream where he was in a funeral and Prelude started to be played in the background. When he approached the coffin of the dead the funeral was for, he spotted himself inside!