Monument

It's not a prison. It's a tomb.

I've lost count of the layers. My legs don't hurt anymore. I don't feel my legs anymore.

I've seen it sleep. It's beautiful. I've looked into its skull.

The music of its dreams fills my mind. They kept it here. Dead. It's so beautiful. I could drown in it.

I see nothing but light. I have stared into eternity. I'm free.