Night descends on the numb mind, the warming sun ceases to heat and the feeling of abandonment pervades every single volume of the agonizing body.
Eyes are blinded by the thickness of the skull and the whispering heart's breeze dies in defiance. Blinded, deafened, unable to feel any other external signal but my very own darkness. Fed with anger, served with hate, bred in silence.
Night at midday is the moment when I need the torch but I don't dare to keep the light.
Night at midday is when the fence has been built around me and my role has been chosen.
Night at midday is the instantaneously disappearance of the only thing that keeps me awake. Keeps me alive.
And so you predicted everything, this eclipse and all. Not only you knew it was coming, but you forced the stars and the blood stream in me to flow ponderous against my skull. Against my will.
You created me. You destroy me. Your invisible hand shapes my blindness, your static lips seal my deafness and you are the surgeon removing all.
Oh, how morbid feels the power you wield?
And probably you do not even realize how far reaching your omnipotence is.
Well, far enough, since it's omnipotent.
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