Immortal Hell

There are specific outcomes which are created after a confrontation with ones peers or supposed "parental" figure/s. No matter how true to your word you are, or how much evidence you have to back up your argument, they are always right.

Walking deeper and deeper into a cave of empty depression, one tends to lock themselves away from man kind and perhaps grow closer to the animal. Speaks to it as if it could understand perfectly everything that was going on, and even though it never speaks a word it becomes the only soul left that doesn't look upon you as what others see you.

A movement, even in their sleep, lets you believe there is faith, when really you're hanging high above your own destruction, clinging to a small thread of what might be called hope. A small light within the darkness, the only thing which somehow has kept you alive. But surely, surely it must have troubles of its own.. without having to worry about you.

So why does it bother? you ask. Because perhaps, there is something out there that isn't as selfish as you think.

You bring it upon yourself, you know, you didn't have to take that path, but it was your choice.. it seemed to be easier to get yourself into, than it will be to get yourself out of... or perhaps.... perhaps there is an easier way out... one which won't end your problems at all, but pass them onto someone else... maybe they will be able to see through your eyes what shoes you're wearing, what mask you put on, and how you manage to always make it a point to get yourself shot down, and then finally, while you're absent, your name will be one conversation never muttered again.

Forgotten your problems will fade, and the one who now has been burdened with them will find their own way out... perhaps the same way you chose, or maybe a harder way to go. Either or, you gave them your problems, on top of your own, just as that small thread you clang to... it had problems of it's own. 

And now, just as you did, it will seek a thread, a false hope, of it's own... 

What if it's thread does not exist? Perhaps it will share your fate... fall into self pity, mourning over you and what you went through, and now what you have given it to think about. Can you see the pain you've caused? Your pain may have been heavy, but imagine someone elses pain, and then suddenly add your heavy pain to it, pressure it up on them. Push it through it's shoulders and crush its spine. Its mind will suffer more-so than it's posture.

Was that what you wanted?

Pfft, there's no mercy, no redemption, no care.

We live our whole lives knowing we're going to die, some people fearing it, others welcoming it. But we all know it's going to happen.

Think of all those sperm and eggs who never got a chance. You beat them, you're the survivor. Now be greatful you're alive ya lil punk. Be greatful and accept that you're alive.

Too many people hate their lives, why can't they just accept what they have? It can always be worse, it might not be an easy road, but the road could be on fire in someone elses life.

Just keep walking and be greatful that your road isn't something worse than what it is.

In order for me to have everything I want, you're going to have to make a few sacrifices.

Yeah I called this place hell cos it makes sence... Well i wasn't gonna call it "Tori's Space" Cos that just sounds gay. I am Tori. And I am the fucking devil.