Yes. That's right. I wrote something. Absolutely shocking, I know.
I was bored, and listening to "One" by Metallica for the bazillionth time. And those two things came together to create the following ******* child of literature.
Ah-hem....without further ado...
“
Trapped in Myself”By Cody Del Sol
Inspired by “One”, by Metallica.
I don’t really recall what happened. Beyond a few random images, I don’t have any recollection of what occurred. From what I could pick up during my increasingly brief periods of actually being able to hear, it was some kind of trap. We had been led into an ambush, like lambs led to slaughter.
We didn’t have a chance. The lucky ones were simply mowed down and left to rot. The unlucky ones were ever so kindly herded into a minefield. Minefield….that word strikes a chord. I try and move my arms. Nothing. Next, my legs. Nothing. Then I remember.
I had been one of those unlucky sons-of-bitches. I remember the last moment ever so vividly. I was running, attempting to get the Hell away from there, fleetingly wondering why the bullets had stopped flying. All I cared about was getting the **** away. We soon realized why. I saw the first guy fly up in the air. He was dead before he even hit the ground. Lucky *******. I was horrified. I tried turning, thinking that maybe if I surrendered, I’d get a bullet to the head, or something of that nature. Anything had to be better than THAT. I never had a chance. I tripped, and landed directly on a mine. Everything goes blank from there.
I wake up, if it could be called that. I try to open my eyes, but nothing happens. All is dark. That is all my life is, it seems. A big, black void of perpetual nothingness. Is this what being dead is like? I hope not. Death can‘t be this bad. I try to scream. I try to cry out to anybody who will listen. I try to do SOMETHING. But nothing comes out. I start to panic. All I can do is feel, and I feel is pain. The pain of nothingness.
I wish for Death. “Oh please God, wake me”, I scream voicelessly. Nothing. I am still surrounded by the darkness. I find myself accepting the truth. I am nothing but a hollow shell now. I am nothing but the remaining pieces of my mind. My body is force-fed life. Those tubes, feeding me more and more pain. By now, I wish for nothing more but for them to stop. “Please God, cut this life off from me”, I plead. Again, nothing. Apparently, God has no sense of mercy.
I continues to lie there, though I’m not sure how long. It could have been minutes, hours, days. Time has no meaning for me. By now, time is only the measure of how long until I cease to be. I start to calm my mind, waiting for sweet deliverance, wondering how much longer. I start to think, if living can be this bad, is it possible for Hell to be this bad? And then…..I start to feel it. The specter of Death looms overhead. The life no longer forced into me. I feel relieved. The darkness again starts to surround me, but it is no longer the darkness of this horror, this life, but of Death. I ponder this for a few more moments, and then all goes black.
Now the world is gone I'm just One.
Yeah, I know. It's pretty bad. But I hoped you enjoyed my craptacular little story, as uncreative and unoriginal as it may be. And if not...well..you shut up! 
