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Going Down
It's really hard living each day the same, a perpetual re-run of a non-existent phantasy world. Trying to find reason in an ignorant world, staring at the sun only to be blinded yet again by the cruelty of the world. I fall to the ground and curl up, trying to defend against the pain. Not knowing that the hurt from within topples that from outside. A thick red river leads me back to the beginning, the crimson ocean threatening to devour me as I stand on the shore. The frustration burns like molten lead, growing hotter with each encounter. The hatred fueld by my own cynical remarks, stronger and stronger it becomes until it will wash me away and only the Hate remains. This hollow shell I've become is fading from light, falling ever farther into the darkness of the Abyss. Suffering never ending, the pain is unbearable. I can't do this on my own, I'm not strong enough. The fear restrains me as I try to escape the depths of my torment. Broken to pieces unable to be fixed, I lie shattered on the floor amid the disaster. My cold heart seeping through my blood, freezing me from inside. Pursuing a machine, incapable of emotion, the perfect road to escape so much pain. Flesh to steel fails and again I'm dragged aross the jagged terrain to the Sanctum. The walls painted with the blood of those failures in life. The floor covered with the tears of a Thousand Travelers. With each breathe I succumb to the fumes, drowning in the air, slipping into Black. Awakened by the sound of Drums and Iron I scan the horizon. Soldiers of Misery line the land for miles fading out of sight in the distance. They charge and my captors run forward, meeting the oncoming threat. Amidst the destructon I'm freed. Run. The only way to survive, run. As far away as I can go. Dodging each blade, a hair's breadth away from ending my life I scurry like a rat. The fields of battle thin and I survey the land. Scorched and dead lies the earth around me. In a place long forgotten by thought I find refuge. A temporary solace overwhelms me and I sit, rest, and contemplate my situation. Seek out Sanctuary, turn and Fight, run Forever? The questions begin to blur together, melting into one aspect. Life, do I keep it, or surrender to the Reaper. Each day passes as the last, each day will come again. The history of today is the memory of tomorrow. The sun yawns and falls into slumber. The night is cool and lonely. Silence. Almost frozen in time. A flicker of light and I'm running again. All I am, a tool or a mind, it matters not. As long as I stay here I'm vulnerable to the trials of this world. The pain, the hurt, the worry and regret; all things of nature come again and again. Though fickle they never cease. Alone again. the sky turns a darkend cheek and begins to weep. Cold and piercing drops hit my body, repeatedly sending chills to my core. I keep moving. I must if I want to live. I must escape the pain, the fear, and find my way. I begin to shed tears of my own as the sky becomes ever more Dark. An ominous sign of what lies ahead. Atop a hill stands a lone grave, unmarked to all but the Keeper. I stare down before me and witness the land of barren hearts and abandoned dreams. The cliffs jagged and harsh. The world now it seems, even wants to claim my life. This bounty won't go away on its own. I must fight if I ever want to see the sun again. Clinging tight to the wall I creep along. A glimpse down reveals darkness. Uncertainty is all that is grasped by the sight. A noise, familiar yet out of reach. I continue my trek further paying no heed to the Final warning given by the land. My step breaks, the ground give way under me. I fall. One last grasp and I grab a last connection to life. Dirt and rocks shift under my hold. The Darkness under me with jaws open wide, ready to accept another to the depths. My grip growing weaker, my mind racing. No one is there, why do I want to hold on to this world of pain and hate? The lies and violence consume all around, choking the life out of me. I close my eyes, a single tear falls, final Release.....
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