The viscous cycle
My eyes grow tired and my heart wanes- nothing else could express what tremendous pressure that my own experiences have led me to deal with each and every waking day of my life. It is that simple. In fact, so simple that it overrides all complications and goes right to the point of my despair, leaving me with no room to shelter from this chaotic syndrom, which threatens to drive me mad in every waking moment. The storms of agony drive me to the very limitations of my endurance, and nothing is there to stop the pain or provide the peace that i seek so fondly.
The pain send shattering waves of anguish, greater than the earthquakes that once plunged the earth in a volcanic metamorphosis, through my mind. There is merely seconds before a second wave starts to gather in devastating strength. My shattered mind has only that amount to reassemble itself and mould a greater defensive against the threat before it. There, over the horizon, gathers a force so powerful it would again destroy the foundations of my life. The forces gather and assume a great line that envelopes the borders of my existence. Whilst it finishes the last moments of its search for memories to fuel its intatiable thirst for vengeance and destruction, the force lets out a howl and reaches the pinnacle of its demented evolution. Then, like trying to squeeze a piece of butter, it slowly shrinks and crushes down onto the surface of my mental plains.
The very touch of matter and matter creates a loud explosion of energy. As electricity leaps and pulses from each neuronic plain to another, the demented force shrieks out loud as it strengthens its grip and uses up the last of its energies to disintegrate the plains of electric matter and neurons that are the make-up of my mind. My mind shatters and moans as it exhausts the very last of its defensive against the juggernaught of strength that is shattering every last photon within its reach.
In an impulse reality dissapears, leaving only the pure essense of my psyche. As my mind wills itself to form again, the dreadful cycle starts again. A new mind- reminisc of the old, a new defense- stronger than ever, a new terror- haunting from the depths.
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