Shadowspeak
12-30-2006, 01:12 AM
They say that your hell is basically the worst possible scenario your mind can pull from itself within the deep, dark corners of consciousness. Everything you have ever experianced or seen, all thrown into a little orb called 'hell'.
Somewhat true.
Not all pain is the same. There are differant forms... physical pain. Ah, physical pain, something everyone must venture through every day. Receiving a cut, getting a bruise, falling, any of these will do. Physical pain is something horrid, honestly, but can be taken in differant ways. Some, though strange, find pain to be the opposite of what the defenition of the word 'pain' truely means.
Emotional pain. Commonly seen as far worse than phyiscal, mainly because of the fact that you can bandage a wound, but you can't bandage a loss, or a 'broken' heart.
The only other kind of pain I can master at this moment is basically emptional, though distorted. I like to call it despair. It's not something that makes you cry, but it makes you want to cry, yet your so incredibly depressed, you can't. You feel like there is no way out.
Imagine, physical, emotional, and depsair- all at once. Basically hell. A Nightmare you can't escape. A cage with bars you can't bend. You are stuck here, and there is no way out.
That is where I am.
Again and again I see my good friend plunge that dagger into my back. Again and again I witness my bride being struck down by those claws, those claws so disgusting and black. Again and again I see my flesh turn to rot and witness my skin melt from my face in a mirror. Again and again I feel the teeth dig into my back, thigh, arm, neck and head.
Again and again... again and again...
In my mind it won't end. The four I sent out have not even listened. One is bothered from a broken heart... one sits beneath the ocean... the other lives his life as if all were normal... the other... who is the other?
Who are you?!
The memory flashes through my head. That face. I have seen it before but... where?
Shadowspeak, what are you doing?!
The memory struck me clear. The small green guards rushing torwards me as I tried to claim my kill... that man... why does his prescence feel so familier?
Who are you?!
That was the face... that was the one. Why? Why did I see him? Why did I somehow see the wretched picture of what I once was... was that it? He is so much like me before my skin became black and my face began to rot, that I see him?
....I have to trust HIM?
Somewhat true.
Not all pain is the same. There are differant forms... physical pain. Ah, physical pain, something everyone must venture through every day. Receiving a cut, getting a bruise, falling, any of these will do. Physical pain is something horrid, honestly, but can be taken in differant ways. Some, though strange, find pain to be the opposite of what the defenition of the word 'pain' truely means.
Emotional pain. Commonly seen as far worse than phyiscal, mainly because of the fact that you can bandage a wound, but you can't bandage a loss, or a 'broken' heart.
The only other kind of pain I can master at this moment is basically emptional, though distorted. I like to call it despair. It's not something that makes you cry, but it makes you want to cry, yet your so incredibly depressed, you can't. You feel like there is no way out.
Imagine, physical, emotional, and depsair- all at once. Basically hell. A Nightmare you can't escape. A cage with bars you can't bend. You are stuck here, and there is no way out.
That is where I am.
Again and again I see my good friend plunge that dagger into my back. Again and again I witness my bride being struck down by those claws, those claws so disgusting and black. Again and again I see my flesh turn to rot and witness my skin melt from my face in a mirror. Again and again I feel the teeth dig into my back, thigh, arm, neck and head.
Again and again... again and again...
In my mind it won't end. The four I sent out have not even listened. One is bothered from a broken heart... one sits beneath the ocean... the other lives his life as if all were normal... the other... who is the other?
Who are you?!
The memory flashes through my head. That face. I have seen it before but... where?
Shadowspeak, what are you doing?!
The memory struck me clear. The small green guards rushing torwards me as I tried to claim my kill... that man... why does his prescence feel so familier?
Who are you?!
That was the face... that was the one. Why? Why did I see him? Why did I somehow see the wretched picture of what I once was... was that it? He is so much like me before my skin became black and my face began to rot, that I see him?
....I have to trust HIM?