Paralysed, shocked.
My world has been rocked,
and I have been locked.
My limbs have been stopped.
No control.
No control.
Poisoned with nightmare fuel,
got my mind spinning
in a never ending roll.
Roll, roll, roll.
Losing my mind,
my ego dissolved.
In a sea of pure darkness,
diluted to the extreme.
My ego spans eons,
and the whole
of spacetime
itself.
Stretched
…
to
…
infinity.

(a poem that ties to “Sselecaf the Grand – Chapter 3“)