Fall from me. Break away, foul shell encasing my last breath. Choking my body, starving it of light. Of love. Of life. You that keeps all from me. The things I love. The people I used to care about. Now those tings are a distant memory, and only a synthetic resonance remains. A small Reaper in my mind, chiming the bell. It suffuses my being, cracks the surface and finally, this dark net surrounding me begins to crack, like glass. Skeletal splinters erupt along its surface, and I hold my breath and wait for the glorious moment that it lies broken at my feet. The second when rays of sunlight, unseen for so long, permeate through the newly formed holes, and warm me for the first time in waking memory. Excitement bubbles up inside me, and I feel my moment draws close. The moment I’m released from this prison.
In an instant, the field around me explodes in a vortex of darkness, eclipsing the sky for a brief moment, blinding me for the last time. It moans as its form crumbles into nothing, revealing the world to me for the first time.
A knife in my spine. It was a lie. Hope in my mind. It was a mirage. A glimmer of heaven. It does not exist. Longing in my bones. It remains unfulfilled.
The web broke away, revealing beneath its surface not the glistening world, ready for me to taste, but another, identical veil, hiding me from view. Hiding the good in the world from me. Hiding the good in me from the world.
Longing in my bones. It remains unfulfilled.