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