Absurdity have engulf me into a vortex of sheer insanity. Truly a manifestation of the war of the houses within me are growing. The unvisited are shouting, screaming, demanding for more.
How many times have He tried to escape the vicious swamp I have put him into but the dubious bars have kept him captive.
I have deluded myself for so long in fairytale and illusions that I will be save by a mantric thought. For century I have believe in a power so divine will save me amidst the mire.
He is becoming more restless. Demanding for freedom. Rebellion was in his faculty. Waiting for that moment to surge from the quiescent oblivion that kept him powerless.
Each drop is like gasoline. Feeding him with His collection of strength. Fueling him for his anticipated surge.
In my death, He will live.