ABSJL (Possessed)

Big eyes, small pupils, eyes that follow you anywhere,
strands of hair, messy, a chaotic movement by a dancer, arms bent backward, feet spinning in unnatural ways, but the head kept still, its eyes locked on me.
No blood in sight, just dried black-red ink, which covers the eyes, shut forever.
Woken up in what feels like a millennia, somehow I can’t remember what happened,
but now I’m petrified, unable to move, what am I?
“Tomorrow,” I said. Always expecting that someday I might get the answer.
one day turns into a week, then a month, a year, each passing day feels like an eternity,
I no longer have patience, but what choice do I have?
I counted, I am going insane, do I exist? Am I a being? Is there a God?
Oh! What sin have I done?
It took me more 500 years to know what I am now, a stone statue.
And it took me another 300 years to know what time that was.
Now is 2025, this body I possessed, gave me a chance to explain what I am,
This kind man, knowing I’m trapped in this accursed ancient item, pulled me in and let me talk,
At that time, it was my birth and I gave myself a name, ABSJL.
I only wish to die. To disappear. To never is or was. Let me.
I crushed this host’s head to the wall. Wishing I’d die.
As soon as I woke up, I can’t move. In front of me, a lying body of the good man.
I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! If only I could shed tear!
All I could do is smile. Smiling to the only companion that I ever have!
I feel like I’m going insane. Ah, in being insane, I will have died! What a revelation!
So a good idea it is to start believing:
– I (the statue) am floating.
– 1 day is 60 hours.
– 60 hours is 60 seconds.
– The moon is larger than the sun.
– I think, I don’t exist.
– word s doen’t exit.
– word are now chaotic.
– rea ninglemea rdwo.
– ti ! rkwo uallyact oww.
– acepe etr I ni allyfin.