Not Existing

He can be a leader if only you’d follow. If only he’d lead himself out of this slump. Take the lead and destroy every one of your lives. Because as long as you lie beneath him, there’s no place left to go but up. And he will get a rise out of you—high on power—but you will be powerless to stop his demise. Better to have been, once upon, he always said. Better to have been the king, long live, the king is dead.

ahh yes, the man who wished to feel no pain. I seem to recall that it first started in his foot. He was bewildered and knew not what to do with himself. Chills of terror struck, but were soon overtaken by his acceptance of the situation; that is, when he realized that it posed no apparent threat to his life. It spread to his heart, and that’s when he knew there was no going back to the way things used to be. Ever so often, he thought he felt the prickle of needles in his chest, but no sooner had he realized this than they would abruptly cease and leave him wondering whether he was merely reliving a memory. And so his life would go on like this, steadily forgetting the reality which had come to appreciate so much. He hadn’t lost his mortality, merely his humanity. No rain ever fell like this: crimson. Not once had he felt like this: missing.

The man who felt no pain: Part 1