I crave the power,
feel the power,
exsiting in the white space,
an area outside this plane,
I concentrate on it,
trying to will it here,
trying to grasp godliness,
I crave to see life,
and the destruction of it,
to feel all the pain and emotions,
of all that, that has come to be,
I crave the elixer of life,
to see pointless lives flare up,
then flicker and die,
in a heart beat of my never ending existence,
then after an enternity of endless feeling,
I'll enjoy the slipping molecules,
as reality slowly fades away,
I crave to wander the endless darkness,
in the time after time,
till eventually I witness,
the creation of another universe.













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It sort of reminds me of the book 'The Neverending Story'. If you've never read it, you'll probably have no idea what I'm talking about. But...eh.
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