Overcome

I walk to nowhere.
I am everywhere.

Empty worlds of crying suns, they birth me.
Dying planets of fake stars, they shelter me.
True realities, they kill me.

Though I move forward, I go nowhere.
I search endlessly for something, not knowing what to find.
My quest cannot end in failure.

My taint burns hotly, pressing at my forearm with a fire unknown to all.
Endless streams of terror roll past me.
I feel something tugging at my soul, tearing out my spirit.
I go numb, my consciousness ripped from my being.

And the blemish grows ever warmer.