I'm running the scenery nothing but a blur, the air within my lungs begging to be released , the wind pushing against my tired oxygen deprived limbs. Pain eclipses me and yet I continue to run. Pain is nothing pain can not hurt you unless you feel it, as soon as you tell yourself you can not feel the agony suppressing you, as soon as you can let go of emotion you can let go of pain. I don't feel like myself, my limbs feel larger, heavier. The ground looks further away. But I have no time to contemplate as I run.
Blood drips down my face and yet it is black as tar and cold as ice. How could this possibly be mine? But as I run I know I don't have the time to ponder it. I have to keep going. Why, Why do I have to keep going? I'm not scared, this vessel is but my soul feels calm. So why am I running. I'm so tired. Tears stream down my face as I run from it all and although I have no desire other than to return, to apologise for running and to plead for forgiveness; the river of blood and mountain of bodies forces my body to surge forward to seek help for my deluded other half and hope that soon the massacre ends.
Why would I want it to end. I feel powerful, but this vessel, it is weak. Still I run, Further into oblivion and the unknown. I can only hope that soon it will all be revealed to me and I wont have to run anymore.
I worry for my people. I worry for my souls cravings. Mostly I worry for my mate.
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