When I closed my eyes to oblivion, I found myself in a land of eternal bliss. The sky was greener and gravity seemed to have no hold on me. Pain ceased to exist. A childlike monstrosity of thoughts took me over and an utter laughter broke through my veins, drawing ecstasy from evey drop of my blood.
"Who was I?" The question didnt bother me anymore. I was lost in the facade of my own anonymity.
"I am a mere spawn of imagination, I am the vessel of varnished dreams. I am the definition for ecstasy, I am the expression for pain. I am fluid as air, I am light as feather. I am rigid as storm, I am heavy as alps. The predicament of destruction, the prophecy of angels, the lord's testament, the warcry of apocalypse. I am the entity that gives life to all profanity, I am the crock of all sanity. I am the rightful ruler of your dreams, of delusions, of my Utopian land. I am all, and all is in me. I am the creator, the destroyer and the container of every existence."
I was trapped in a hollow shell, so meek. Suffocation beheld me. I sought an escape which would never be granted. Until I moved on, leaving behind this mortal plain, the land of all blasphemy.
Till then, my ensnarement is inevitable.
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