Intoxicating...
Reaching deep into the core...
Bubbling, hot acid,
Feeling it burn your eyes even from a few feet away...
As it travels through your nostrils,
Bubbling from the inside out.
Feel the sting
as your flesh feels as if it were dissolving
into a liquid.
You are not alone though...
...And yet you are.
No one to help,
No comfort coming from the others...
Their screams echoing from the walls.
Down the deserted corridor...
Where everything is rusted.
Rusted metal...
Twisted... clanging...
So loud...
The chemicals constantly dripping from the roof...
sizzling onto the rust.
scrape your hand on this metal.
It leaves the color of orange permanently
on your blood soaked hands...
The floor, the walls...
It’s hard to find where the rust and blood separate.
Both the color of dark... dark... red...
Black...
So dark...
As the lights flicker...
Casting shadows of unknown beings,
As they move in an inhuman manner.
Twitching...
Twisting...
Moaning...
Always in agony,
From an unknown cause.
Unable to even feel relief in death...
Cursed to be in the eternal quagmire
of this hellish abyss.
As their blood stains your hands...
Their only hope...
Their only savor...
And yet they hate you.
Unrecognizing their true state of being.
This hall holding only things in your wildest of nightmares.
So inhuman...
Unnatural...
And as the shock sets in,
So does the numbing effect.
The only defense you have to keep your sanity.
As you wonder alone,
Seeking salvation,
A Sanctuary,
A release...
...But all in vain.
Only through your pain,
can they no longer suffer.
Only through this nightmare,
Only by the ultimate in sins committed by your hand,
Can the real solution be unveiled.
...The ultimate sacrifice,
to give to the unworthy,
the ignorant,
the pointless existence of man.
To create a paradise through loathing,
And destruction,
Lies and deceit,
And every other extreme,
Walking in unison,
To counteract the perfection of this paradise.
...As far as the pendulum swing one way,
...It must swing back the other.
A never ending change,
seeking a balance...
the game of changing white to black,
and black to white,
and never gray...
despite the fact that it is there,
and ignored...
it still exists,
constantly at battle to be seen as part of this cycle.
But that would complicate it all...
Confusing this fight...
Even if it were the answer.
And as you lie alone,
...And yet your not...
You let the blood soak into your flesh,
Into every pore,
Your hands,
Legs,
Face...
Confusing itself with the rust,
And the gashes from your battles...
...This constant battle...
As you blend as one with the walls of the hall.
And yet, you are not...
Nothing accepts or denies you.
As you are the imbalance of this hell,
More confused than the creatures of this world.
And you welcome death,
Without fear.
So numb...
Not even this intoxicating chemical effects you...
Let it burn...
Let it turn your skin to liquid...
Let it stain the rust for a change...
Leave a mark,
A scar,
On this hall...
A constant reminder of the war,
The war that consists mainly internally,
...As it bubbles with hate.
All in forgotten hope,
That the pendulum will soon swing back again.

 
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