Dreams Over Reality

At What Cost

I gave my soul.
My life.
I gave up every soul in the fiber of my existence and for what?
As I stare off into the endless beach I find myself along the shore.
Pillars of wood sticking out of the water with bodies strung about like Christ.
The water slowly mixing with the blood dripping down the logs.
I step closer to the water, feeling the coolness of the sea against my ankles, then my knees, riding slowly until I stop at my thighs.
I swallow the bit of spit in my mouth and stare off into the sea again.
"At what cost?" I say to the mist settling against the shore.
Suddenly as I glance back at the endless sea, the sand beneath my feet begins to feel weightless.
I'm standing among clouds as the soul I had given is thrust back into my body.
It's just a ruse.
I blink.
I gave my soul.
My life.
I gave up every soul in the fiber of my existence and for what?
What do I have to show for all of the things I've sold my soul for?
This fucking beach?
The crucified bodies bleeding into the sea?
What about the knife in my back that's dragging me down to hell?
Wait.
Huh?
I'm being pulled deep into the sea, now an endless abyss of my inner demons.
Please let me go back to the surface.
I'll give you my everything.
But I already sold everything I have.
Now I'm being dragged into the 9th stage of hell and for what?
At what cost?