threaded reality

The world I created was shredded by him, seeing myself before me, crying and begging me to save my, our world from his invasion and with his legion of monstrosities, we fled to our burdened guardians, they were broken and overloaded with guilt and shame, they couldn’t protect our beloved world from him, I watched him walking through to me, his mangled fiends separated me and myself, watching her hopelessly as she disappeared  through this messy fog and as he walked toward me, the world turned into ashes and we were in a vacant hollow realm. Once he grabbed my arm, I felt my sanity was shattering and watched the shards of myself cutting deep inside my soul and her cries were tearing off my reality. I touched my eyes, they were crying silently, but I can feel the screams were trapped inside these fugitive tears and the shattered burned world was inside my veins, rushing through my blood and cut the threads of my thoughts, hallucinating him before me with his smile broke me even more, but my mouth was stitched by my dangling thoughts and the shouts tried to escape through but failed miserably and they were swallowed once his eyes met mine.  My sentimental eyes were searching for reality to escape this abyss, but we were alone in this horizon. All the unbearable lies and fantasies were sewn inside my soul, killing me again and again, but I didn’t die, I was cornered by his vague stares. The thread of my beloved world and myself were dashing through my mind, making me scream in agony, missing them as the pain or reality and the truth were stabbing me, but my cries didn’t escape this folded mystery, it was covered by the threaded thoughts. The pain grew up as the stabs were getting stronger, I tried to tear my mouth open to pet out everything, only to see him sitting in front of me, watching with subtle stares and doubtful smile.