He grabbed me out of the time and into the bone crushing pit of despair.
a single knot in the world of crazy.
the help long gone, we skip around the darkness.
until we hit a wall.
it was big and heavy, with rough iron gates.
hell.
why? why am I here?
"its more like what did you do to get here."
his face was a beautiful mask of horror and pain.
of course I followed the wrong person.
"yes you did."
his smile was of sharp teeth and bent metal
I cant help but stare, this man beautiful and scary.
"you ready?"
ready for a painful death, ready to be forgotten like a crack in the wall.
yes I am, this pain I feel is nothing compared to the pain that was beaten into me form the people who ruined my life.
I'm used to the abuse by now, the blood and bruises that I have no longer matter.
I am free from their wrath.
I'm ready for the pain a head, for I am numb form the pain of the past.
