Post by Tokrochiru on Nov 9, 2012 0:48:12 GMT -5
I open my eyes, only for them to begin bleeding. My mind feels roughly rended into several fragments, each piece only barely attached by the loosest of strands. My ribs are shattered, and my knees feel soft and malleable, like gelatin. Each heartbeat sends streams of flame coursing through my veins.
I bang my head against the ground in a desperate attempt to kill myself. Why won’t I die?
My eyes strain as I futilely try to understand the incomprehensible landscape before me. There is no order to its geometry. I am standing on all surfaces at once; the ground, the walls, the ceiling, and the infinite sky. Turning to my left causes objects in the distance to move downward to my perspective, and looking down spins the world on the completely wrong axis.
I try to scream, but my words are muffled by the insects pouring out of my mouth.
Recalling the events that led up to this only intensifies the pain I’m experiencing in the present. The wonders I created, and the lives I ruined all led up to this. An amalgam of all the consequences that occurred as a result of my actions. I lived up to everyone’s expectations to utterly horrifying effect. What’s worse, however, was what I inspired. I stored up the love I should have shared with people less loathsome than myself like a selfish pack rat. I starved those who needed it and laughed as I agonized them.
And finally, when the most emaciated of my victims acted in desperation, I finally began to starve as well.
The world is going to end, and it’s all my fault.
I bang my head against the ground in a desperate attempt to kill myself. Why won’t I die?
My eyes strain as I futilely try to understand the incomprehensible landscape before me. There is no order to its geometry. I am standing on all surfaces at once; the ground, the walls, the ceiling, and the infinite sky. Turning to my left causes objects in the distance to move downward to my perspective, and looking down spins the world on the completely wrong axis.
I try to scream, but my words are muffled by the insects pouring out of my mouth.
Recalling the events that led up to this only intensifies the pain I’m experiencing in the present. The wonders I created, and the lives I ruined all led up to this. An amalgam of all the consequences that occurred as a result of my actions. I lived up to everyone’s expectations to utterly horrifying effect. What’s worse, however, was what I inspired. I stored up the love I should have shared with people less loathsome than myself like a selfish pack rat. I starved those who needed it and laughed as I agonized them.
And finally, when the most emaciated of my victims acted in desperation, I finally began to starve as well.
The world is going to end, and it’s all my fault.