Between heaven and earth

I was in the blue horizon, 

between heaven and earth.

  
The days were unchanging.

  
And every night, I dreamed
the same dream.

  
The smell of damp earth.
The scream that no one heard.

  
The sound of my heart beating,
like a hammer against cloth.

  
And I would hear them calling.
The voices of the dead.

  
I wanted to follow them.
To find a way out.

  
But I would always come back
to the same door.

  
And I was afraid.

  
I knew if I went in there...

  
I would never come out.

  
My murderer could live in
one moment for a long time.

  
He could feed off the memory
over, and over again.

  
He was animal.
Faceless.

  
Infinite.

  
But then he would feel it.
The emptiness returning.

  
And the need would
rise in him again.

fragmento de "The lovely bones"