paths

The black ominous shadows loomed up and faded away as I ran through the halls of what seemed to be a dungeon.

Up a head a figure sat in a curled ball against the dingy wall, as I approached I saw her bruised eyeless face “ indulgeo quis is has perfectus tamen nunquam alieno “ it hissed at me.(forgive what she has done but never forget)

Spasm’s of pain racked my body as memories forced there way into my head.

My torso convulsed as more waves came upon me, worst than the next,its like standing on the bottom step and having throwing knives  hurled down stairs.

But no matter how bad, inside all I want was her love. Which is why I did nothing.

Forcing myself to tear away from the horrid imagery I took off down the halls once more trying to get out.

Terror filled my heart as a giant six legged beast crossed my path, it took notice of me and charged my direction full speed .

To my luck there was a smaller hall that cut out to the left : I dove for it.

Crashed the monster did as it ran into the enclosed wall: I had escaped once but I wouldn’t always be this lucky.

i took a moment to gather my surroundings, this hallway was more dark and deteriorated that it could hardly hold together. a single small bronze dagger laid amidst the hall. there were doors on all sides.

I went to one and tried to open it :it wouldn’t turn or budge.

The next one was the same, and all the ones after it. I truly felt alone and isolated, all save for the same bruised and eyeless little girl : again it hissed “sit a Monasteriense. tamen is isn’t pessimus” (he is a monster. but he isn’t the worst)

i saw a masked figure, he had a halo around his head, but angel he was not. with one touch i relived every mistake and bad choice i ever made right to the end. no hope to change no hope to go back.

It was to much to take. I pitifully crawled away a torn apart mess.

nothing made sense

If there ever was a god he would be just and give us a way out.

There isn’t anymore one could ever do to prevent this.

With shaken hands I took the bronze and tore into my wrist.

Ending all sense of hope for life, tearing at vein and flesh.

A deranged animal with one thought Death.

Amidst the blood appeared a gold key, I snatch at the fragment of hope with eyes wide like a lunatic,

The only door to make sense to be a match to the key was well: the gold one.

A ran to it, crammed the key in, and turned the lock.

Click* it swung open revealing two paths.

The paths that now were my life choice.

One was a clean cut fresh hall with linoleum tiles

The other was a grey stone hall, still dingy and well worn away. But held together.

I choose the Grey stone.

Because Devils can paint pretty pictures, angels give vision to see threw the illusion.