My Legacy

A whirling, writhing, mass -"Don't fuckin' take me, I'm not fuckin' ready. You bastards!" - silhouetted murder descends around my head as I stumble into an empty lot behind an old warehouse.
Psychopomps - "I'm not a fuckin psycho!"
"No, no, no," a voice booms in letters from the specks of light dancing from the arc light on high above the lot. "Psychopomps, are here to take you away to the other place." The voice pounds through my head.
The mass settles along the tops of the arc lights, buildings and wires. All agape yet silent.
One nails on a chalkboard-crow screeched from the darkness. Then like an echo distorted, another cawes its importance and then another and another. The eerie noises dawn individually from far away and close like the approach of an invisible army and then they withdraw. A tide of terrifying black shapes move in and out like the tide. All the lot lights dim slowly to non-existence.
I feel a hand upon my shoulder, sharp and needling.
Spinning, I gasp "aw shit." Nothing there. Just the wisps of fading vapour swirling slowly off into the night. Black ink smudged on the shoulder of my shirt. "Hahahaha." The crescendo of that laugh and the oppressive feeling of amusement but not of my own weighs heavy in my chest and presses on the backs of my trembling eyes causing green and red sprites to dance in the aether. A
hurricane ripping tents and mobile homes flutter bursts the tensioned silence as all the ravens rip upwards in a flurry of wings and feathers arc and dive all at once. A beautiful inky pirrhouette slides like an oil spill through the sky towards me. Stunned by the beautiful display and fear, paralyzed.
Claws and beaks tear into my flesh and cloth ribbons teeter-totter, sail to the ground among rivulets and runnels of crimson.
I can't feel the ground any longer. Eyes roll back, turn white to face...
-out of the shadows steps - "Me?"
Smiling back.
I look up and see me carried away by a hundred black and eager carrion birds, dissipating slowly into ashes and drifting apart on the breeze.
My only legacy, a painted splash of concrete.