Living and dying is not always a decision we all can make. It sounds better when spoken in words like and similar to” no one can say when it is there time” other similar sayings are like ” no one ever says they want to be a junky when they grow up”. These and many more quotes on Mandrisco knows best. As the curtain closes and the outro music plays ( for me it is the theme to odd couple). I realize how melodramatic they are. Demons. With the intelligence to fornicate and the wits to complain about it.
As I look up and the clouds part abyss falls to the earth.
I have been to hell before, the prices are similar to any of the upscale joints you may have heard of. Some I may over pay in to maintain appearances. I decide on saving my cash on my visits more often than not. For sustainability sake I decide on public transportation, and that is not what I mean when I say hell. It can at times be at least worth saying it is comparable but that could be because of wear and tear. Abyss.
With my lack of worthwhile relationships and melodramatic demons, I wonder how bad could hell really be. That is in terms of permanent residence. What is abyss, is it palpable and does it taste like fruit. I heard once that it was a comic book character and have seen him in some issue or other. So I can spot him there. I muss over another part of the revelation coming true I fathom that all of everyone will be in control of this new toy. I get ready to plan my trip.
As any port authority or traveler would know my two way ticket is not guaranteed. Knowing is only half the battle. More seriously, I enjoy my trips. Not because I belong but because I am good at what I do.
Crushing force and Stamina will be what all of them will have. I may be a witness to some of the most disillusioned people ever.Joy, preparing to enter and hoping to return my mind is set. Abyss.
My mind trips the harsh reality of seeing the plans of Satan unfold. I am the antithesis of what this all is. As I lay down another artful dodge my swings are quick and deft. The hilt of my sword firm in my hand. I swing heavy and dodge to the right, as I swing down and parry I enjoy the hurt of hatred. My swings are filled with fire. I spin and holster my sword in one motion. My fury is felt with hard combinations. I have not began to tire but my time is limited. I breath and forcefully push free of a crowd. I am in a forest type setting.
Describing sprinting is funny when you move quicker than people think. It is even funnier when it looks funny when you do it. As I Sprint I head towards the trees. I leap and I come upon to rest on the branches. Lithe and very angry. I prefer to let me be me.I listen and as my over confident demon discusses it. Very little thoughts grip there minds long term and like a gold fish it escapes its memory. I leap from the branch (I prefer to leap) and it grows dark as I grip the base of the tree.Abyss.
Abyss I repeat it now because of those that are to melodramatic and talkative to not mention it. I thought I may have been important, but none are as important as them. Foolish you talk way to much. This will be close to one of my last few enteries. I have a name somewhere because of my actions. I enjoy with fear when I see my gift, those spoken and the gifts in my palms. My fighting is getting odd and it is because of talking. I do not know my race, now I am even more frustrated. I prefer the silence.