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Walk down a blind path daringly. Follow the lemmings on their mad
rush. You are one of them, and you belong. Existence is a function of the
crowd, and you run along in this race towards self destruction.
Throughout this vacant sterility, splotches of the blood of previous
wanderers, a portrait gallery for those you have passed beyond to what might
be an happier place and time.
Dots decorate the floors, pastel green shades, a warm welcome for
the fire below, burning in your hollow skulls. Your eye sockets are a window
into a private inferno. The sound of the lashes rising about the crackling
flames.
Another twilight world, the dark and dead flesh whose era has long
since vanished. Here, one can stalk, a silent shadow in the sea of night.
The calling passes over head, so close you can almost touch it. Then it
fades out of your waiting fingers. The sky glitters for a brief moment, and
you can stand in the middle of the whirlwind listing to the calm quiet voice
telling you the way to die.
Silence echoes over the dark pool in a stone dungeon. Skeletons hang
on the walls, dangling from rusted chains. Were you there, the wind whispers,
when I threw all this down? Mockeries of humanity, tormented ghosts moan
forever, frozen in one moment of pure hatred. Their pitiful screams are lost
in the mist of time. The red has long since dried leaving nothing but a crust.
Wings of a dark bird fly over head as the raven caws one last time.
A feather falls into your path and the ebony invites you inside. Welcome
to my flourescent green world. Falling blocks with thoughts that you could
never vanquish. Fill your idle mind, as a waterfall unto a desert.
Underneath, the barrel broken, rest your broken bones for eternity.