I want to drown inside another story.
Swallow me up until my own existence
has become that of which I am reading.
I want to disappear within the words of kingdoms,
and of wizards.
Of good conquering all evil.
Of evil conquering all good.
My eyes have been plucked out, and I am blind to that which surrounds me.
My emotions have dried up as thirsty lands.
And my mind has taken its journey to far, far worlds of another time,
yet my body remains at this mortal stand.
Speak to me, I am silent.
Touch me, I am cold.
Let me be, for I am dead.