Horrified of my past, shaking, quaking, from my future. I can't stop running as I'm looking around a world that is no longer mine
Begging and pleading for that one escape, trapped being controlled by a God's mind, while demons are in mine. Each day I'm running faster, getting more drained, fatigued far beyond my limits, but I just keep going. The Unknown behind me, chasing me. Who knows if it's good or bad, but who cares, it's intimidating, anxiety making my skin crawl. God says I can't stay, demons whisper there's no escape. Rabid hounds growling at me from the shadows, slinking in circles around me.
My heart rate quickening, my stomach churning. Where do I go? What do I do? Can I do anything? Maybe I should let the hoard attack. I'm running out of options. I can only function from -100% battery for so long before my capacitors start to malfunction, my escape being my only thing keeping me from completely breaking out of reality. I'm running out of time, as the clock's needles point at me, jeering and snickering. The walls in this infinite room are closing in, the oxygen dissipating, the hands shadow dancing across the walls. The demons say I'm doomed, accept the fate we chose. The god says I'm fucked, accept the fate you never owned. Their powers both far beyond what's left inside. My head is spinning, screaming, wanting to leave this vessel, my heart begging to bring it with. I gave up caring long ago, so why can't I stop trembling? Why won't the hounds that whisper fear-ridden words stop shredding my chest, and devouring my flesh? The chains on my chest bind tighter with each hour, making breathing almost an impossible task. My eyes dart around frantically. Who has the key, what will set me free?
And as they all draw nearer, my body collapses, my joints worn past their limits.
Their grins all widen, and they all draw in at once, dancing carelessly as their mockery swims around my ears.
there's no escape.
