The Parallel Extinction

The Parallel Extinction Parallel mirrors hold my reflection; hundreds of them circle around my vessel some of them laughing, others are steadily watching me, concentrating on the seed that allows me to think. These disfigured porous projections, needing a little light for protection, but the shine keeps shrinking the beam. I know their talking to one another, whispering schemes of terror and suffering. Their waiting for the time my mind will go extinct. I see them draw their insanity swords; I stand in the middle to face the blows. Within the second I feel their cuts on my knees. Time stops for a moment as I stand on the floor. Looking down at my pool of energy as it flows and it grows. I have a faceless reaction; I knew my death would come despite these distractions. Nevertheless I always fought against the extraction of my seed. These illusions are my creations; hundreds of them are my adaptions. Seems they have found my keys to animate their feet. Now they have seen the weakness in their creator. They now watch me bleed the force that made them. They are surprised, that in the end I have no motion in this emotional crime. Now the draining is almost done. The few, who laugh, stop to watch my skin become, more faded than they have ever seen. I’m the only pale one, here among them. They all look so vivid, as they stand above me. Knowing what they’ve done here, they all turn around and look away. Just as they start to walk away. The energy on the ground begins to shift and move in the direction of my blue vanes. Thousands of broken silver objections, reform the walls. Making a new prison of mirrors replacing the one my creations destroyed to harness my mind. They realized they can’t kill their maker. What was once was has now become out of anger. They all turn around to see a new being, their mouths drop and they can’t speak. Because they see now he parallels with what they thought could never be mine.