The skies opened within me, and there through the bliss, the mist, I watched the jagged lines come toward me, showering me like sparks from an electronic saw grinding through rusty nails. I tasted the sweat on their blades, I tasted the steel as it sliced its way inside me.

I begged for heavens help, I begged for forgiveness, I begged for you to console me. A voice in the dark recesses of my head lent forward and whispered with a crisp tongue "You never wanted what you ask for, you never wanted to receive". I begged and pleaded and writhed upon the floor, smearing myself over the walls, clutching out at straws.

As I came to from my whimperings, as the beating, throbbing pain left my head, I began to take my first steps. All I knew was that someone felt cyan, someone felt gold before the bliss surged its way through the scar that was once me.