Uelema Lapse

Multi-colored streams of energy erupt from the center of my being. Covering all things as they leave. I am but one point of darkness set in a sea of color. A beacon of vial misery balancing out my surroundings. The feeling drifts in and out of my body as I sit. My breath faint and almost resistant to come. Is there a person left when all there is left is numbness, i think.. Quick pulses of images cloud my view of the world. They are horrible tortured pictures of someone I use to know. This person screams as his flesh turns liquid from the burning. Such a fire that would consume all things. The dark thick smoke is the sins of this world. The flesh is the people, and the remains is the earth. Left to try to grow and replenish the loss. The loss of itself.

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