In Your Dreams, Entrapped
There I was, once, and by the very end. When the world seemed everlasting. And where the spiders started manifesting, out of nothingness of every single word, spoken or unspoken. And there You were, with me, gently tapping on my shoulders with your carved claws, sharp, and with razors, as your teeth, biting me. For every single day. And you did not leave as I have not left. And you did not let me go, as Your precious pray. Playing with me, erasing thoughts and wiping memories, as a reward to justify your presence, everlasting. And you told me, then, as I have been telling them: It is but the dream, all that, although painful it is, and sharp. And he, he was my friend. That night. Which is every other night. Having a dream of You, with me and him. Collecting thorny woods from piles high as the unseen. In darkness and with blood dripping from our arms, on floors. As Magma it has been. So painful it was. And we needed to split what is good from what is not. And one paid out the debt to you with life. The other stayed. And watching. You still owe me that favor.
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That time is undisclosed. But between 1991 and 1997. The rest doesn't count.
We were nothing. We will stay nothing. We are no one.