Chinatti

My mind wants no greater thing than to escape into the unknown abyss of what lies ahead, to wander into nothingness. My very being cries out to be free of my mind's tyranny. My fingers curl, my body wretches, my lungs burn as I die inside. It refuses to leave me: it caves in upon itself, chains pulling me to the ground. My prayers taste like ashes. Nothing can give me breath again. Nothing.