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Antichrist

Why are we running in place?

By Anna TorresPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Antichrist
Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

I slip backwards into the alternating cloud and fog

Between space and time, mind and matter

I can't go forward nor can I retreat

In this nocturnal realm, I can't continue the climb without a ladder

I wish there were salvation to believe in

Anything to hold onto in this abyss

An afterlife I dreamt of for all my life

There's nothing to compare to such as this

I felt the fire I created

I weighed down my guilt in a current of upheaval

I can't outrun the injustice of my beliefs

There is no longer any good beyond this evil

A genie beyond wishful thinking

What's a magic lamp going to change?

A rabbit hole to another beginning

Annihilation at its best, I welcome the death of this game

The jump is pivotal

The fall is sublime

The extended bliss of a silent metropolis

I submit to my never-ending climb

A reality numb to my existence

Ascension into the earth

My body molded into a failed statue

I was last but now I am first

A nightmare sequence

A matrix of my own doing

I brace for the impact into the ground

I hope for it to be fast but it goes by so slowly

I survived my despair

I maneuvered past all barriers

I still sink in the space between the cracks

I needed expulsion from here not a savior

What will propel me into the next step?

What will push me into the final stage?

Severing ties and severing heads

A dream of a future where the weary decay

An execution of high regard

Stuck in an infinite time loop

What will I finish tomorrow that I didn't start today?

Yesterday never arrives too soon

Will we ever promote ourselves?

Will we ever outlive our own ambitions?

A mimic meant to imitate a fraction of our being

When will we complete our mission?

I'm incomplete within this feverish dream

Brittle like paper but unbroken

I envy the entropy of collided worlds

A lot has been said but most words go unspoken

All of my words have gone unspoken

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About the Creator

Anna Torres

I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021

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