...Nothing is real now but darkness and pain.... The eternal sound of
emptiness and darkness tears deeper into my soul than any amount of
physical pain could... But I realize now that what I thought was the limits
of this feeling that is my only comfort and as I experience higher levels
of pain it is the only reminder that I still exsist in some form.
This ever increasing threshold of pain endurance has brought forth an
understanding of what we endure alive and how it pales in comparison to a
scratch at the surface of what awaits us in a spiritual form. I wanted to
know the answers the box held and was granted what I wished. Painfully.
I have been cheated by death which was my only hope of escape as even it
will not venture forth to collect my sorry soul.... He won't let me go....
The one with pins... the personification of the darkest and purest form of
evil. Pure black so crystal clear you cannot help but be drawn in. Though I
was terrified at first I have come to admire the almost royal demeanor of
this...Thing... I long for his return to escape the emptiness that shrouds
me...Suffocates me... Terrorizes me... And as memories haunt me like the
chains that tore me apart... but never materialize... it is only emptiness
and it causes such anxiety and anticipation you drown in your own fear.
Teeth bite deep, unseen talons tear through my soul, it pulls me in and I
fall and cannot wake up from this hell. Insanity is no escape. It offers no
comfort. The pain devours the madness and rips me into reality. I cannot
escape nor find any peace.
Oh wait... the blackend horizon dons that familiar bluish hue. The thunderous rumble is music to my ears... My eyes though sewn together neatly with razor wire burn at the presence of light... I force a smile that sends rivets of pain and agony that rapture my torn flesh... The seconds seemed like hours... the years were decades... They have returned for me!
Though what they offer is beyond the limits of imagination it is certainly better than the misery I must suffer now... I cannot even delve the depths of misery that they will carefully inflict and the weight of sheer agony it will present for me to endure.
I will proudly bear the scars of tourture for a moment of freedom and moment in the company of another... whatever they are. They keep promising to tell me but never do....They just never do....