Abyss

I feel back into the Abyss of obsession and addiction. I hunger for more constantly without pause, to grab what I see without restriction. I consume, forgetting my addiction to frivolous items that is a living in possession by the power held over my head.

I strive to become the ruler vindictive of decisions carried to the full term. Lacking the power that dictates who I am today, who I will become tomorrow if you are going to borrow more time from Styx’s sailors. The interest accrued will shadow your angst as the underworld lord wins every time you’d hope to procure more than what you’ve put in. Tell me are you a guide that can lead me out? Does one exist? My ankles were shattered by the guard of the great gate that keeps early trespassers from coming in. Yet I walk without pain. How is pain absent in this place? I was taught the pain is everything to know when I make it in the underworld. Is Apathy in charge today and this is its cruel personal joke? I let go and traveled this far to be rejected for the one item I desired? I required?

My human ego demanding something from powers I cannot understand is the joke played on me by me. This world that I have created for myself should run by my own rule but it isn’t as I have lost control at the moment. I’ve thought: which was the mistake.