fantasy

persisting like a remembrance painfully alive the image of the woman presses his chest like a shadow overcharged with mass he is nothing more but the victim of the own professions of the eternity of emotions his personalities became as distinct as some tentacles equally tremendous he used to use them for indulging in souls now he feels heavy his body as if the tentacles would be in a continuous multiplying process he stays awaken blaming and cursing her one day she told him he will lose himself inside the own labyrinth each moment he must confirm himself that is still alive mostly is terrified that will die burked sometimes it seems seeing her wreathing threads of muscle’s consistence whilst murmuring ceaselessly: “let the Light and the peace rule in heaven let the peace rule in Depths let the peace rule on Earth let the peace for all creatures let the happiness for all creatures let the gladness for all creatures” then he starts feeling his body easy and everything is coloring in yellow however his bliss interrupts by the same malefic voice that reminds him his own statements exhausted he feels close to lose irrevocably his breath though persists in denying