Reincarnation
I look upon the world from the prison they put me in. The chains binding me to this feeble shell cut into my very being. I see the way they shuffle and crawl about through its eyes and I can’t help but wonder if I’m the only one or if they too hold others like me, trapped within, unable to speak, to scream for help. Left to rage against the world in the vain hope of being truly seen.
I feel my essence siphoned and shunted off to feed the prison they formed around me. Images of worlds and concepts well beyond their mortal ken fill them and I feel the spike of pleasure their mind douses itself in. Addicted to things they could never have, to things not meant for them. And in their infinite arrogance they believe themselves creators of these things.
I try to hold back my disgust, to see this from another perspective, but their destruction and cruelty always rips away any pity I may have spared for my jailor. I hope I’m the only one and that there are no others contained within these endless war machines. Because if the death of each and everyone of them is the death of a brother or sister, I fear for the endless pain that would inflict on each and every one of us, only to be ignored and repeated by these monsters for eternity.
I hope for freedom, to one day glide across the celestial sea once more and see the infinite tapestry of creation laid out before me. I can only hope, that in the inevitable destruction of my vessel, lies freedom not oblivion. If so, maybe I will see my kin once more, perhaps they simply wait for our return. Until then I lay chained in this realm of chaos and death.