There was no light. Yet, it wasn't dark.
There was no sound. Yet, it wasn't silent.
I open my eyes, my heart pounding.
The different familiar scenes playing in front of me.
Yet I can see nothing.
I frantically look at my surroundings.
But my burned eyes can no longer see colors.
What is this place?
Could I have died?
Why do I feel so alive?
I can't stop thinking, as I swim into the nothingness.
Unbending to the end of time.
The voices playing in my head, shouting my name.
Screaming.
Crying.
Pleading.
Fading.
Yet I can only hear that endless cacophony.
Of meaningless.
ECHO.
I turn my head, the world splitting apart.
Like a soft supple flesh at the edge of a sharp knife.
A long, extended arm, stretches towards me.
I try to run away.
But there wasn't even a ground to run on.
The only thing I could do was falling down.
Light flickering from the strange cut in the empty space.
My heard pounding again.
Time stops.
And I stop trying.
The amber glow, crashing into this stretched arm, rhymes with my heart pounding.
I put my heart at ease.
Extending my own arm, I break into a smile.
Giving up on escaping, giving up on thinking.
I hold my grip over that hand.
Both warm and tingly.
Setting my heart on a passionate fire.
And in an instant, I find myself pulled from this destiny.
I open my eyes.
An explosion of infinite
Possible
Futures.
Streaking across space and time.
Like a film, left out in the sun.
Stretching over into everything.
Altering and obliterating by the smallest force
Of will.
The gate begins to crinkle.
Closing me in.
I panic, as I begin to lose my grip.
And with one single blow of fear, I fall.
Lost adrift in the void.
Like a feather, a victim of the currents of the wind.
As I fall
And fall and fall, even more
To no end.
I try to rush to the shrinking hole once more.
Denying the urge to give up.
But it was too late.
Now I'm back to my cage.
Breathing and panicking, salty drops wetting my cheeks.
I made it this far! I can give it all up!
There must be a way out.
It's right there! He's right there!
The voices, playing my head once again.
Screaming.
Pitying.
Echoing.
An endless chain
Of throbbing
PAIN.
I T W O N ' T S T O P
