i found in one of my old books
Its not the usuall writings
Black dark walls shrouded with oozing guilt and pain. Nothingness no one can hear. The walls are going in. the only way out is going down a long passage way to the abyss. Can not breath for the stink of death and corruption is in the air. The fumes are all around trying to lead me the other way the other way or the dark side. No light can be shed on this moment get for it would be rewarding the wrong. The slow and greuling process of walking though the sludge has now begun. Its an upward struggle, but i know there are many tasks ahead that may put me further down that what i hope for.
Through the first corodor a pin prick of light emerges. I now realize I'm in a maze. Working my way toward the light i see a dead man with revenge written on his chest. Oh oh sweet it would be. Just standing next to him makes my body tingle with vile thoughs flowing through. Maybe this would be my only way out adn to prove a pointe as well, but no, i can not i don't need to feel that deep dark void again. Its is for the best to keep moving through the pit of sorrow and dispair. So saddened so week, can not go on with thses emotions, they have tired to takeover but i can not let them. I can not be corrupted.
The light has gone, but left behind was a single peice of grass. How can someting live n tis darknes or is it the beginning of something new? New growth in my life is what it has came to be. I have passed through one of road block of darkness and am going in the right direction to happiness.
Fear was written all over the walls of the next room. It makes me quiver and chill. The putred smell that i once smelt before still lingers but not as strong. Fear of the truth or the truth that must be told is what was making me quiver. I needed currage to help with that or someting to make me stonger and less vonerable to the lies and decit that i have said. Confusion was also mixed in with this. The only way is to confront teh fear and speak the truth. Once this is done i may continue on theway. While speaking,to the people in the room of fear what i have done., i gigantic weitght had been lifted. It made me feel dizzy and disoriented, but none the less, much better. I start to continue towards the door where the light begain to shine once more.
While approching the door,sludge, like quick sand was on the gound. Every step i took i went back one. It was trying to keep me in, keep me back. Calling me back into my pit of depression and dispair. Wanting to feed on my emotions. I was determined not to go back i was full of hopefullness which made me feel like i was someone. Its uplifting and delightfull . i've learned enough to where my emotional endevors will not keep me back. Just then i reached the door. On this door it said that you'll be visiting again, many more times, but just remember your way back.
Black dark walls shrouded with oozing guilt and pain. Nothingness no one can hear. The walls are going in. the only way out is going down a long passage way to the abyss. Can not breath for the stink of death and corruption is in the air. The fumes are all around trying to lead me the other way the other way or the dark side. No light can be shed on this moment get for it would be rewarding the wrong. The slow and greuling process of walking though the sludge has now begun. Its an upward struggle, but i know there are many tasks ahead that may put me further down that what i hope for.
Through the first corodor a pin prick of light emerges. I now realize I'm in a maze. Working my way toward the light i see a dead man with revenge written on his chest. Oh oh sweet it would be. Just standing next to him makes my body tingle with vile thoughs flowing through. Maybe this would be my only way out adn to prove a pointe as well, but no, i can not i don't need to feel that deep dark void again. Its is for the best to keep moving through the pit of sorrow and dispair. So saddened so week, can not go on with thses emotions, they have tired to takeover but i can not let them. I can not be corrupted.
The light has gone, but left behind was a single peice of grass. How can someting live n tis darknes or is it the beginning of something new? New growth in my life is what it has came to be. I have passed through one of road block of darkness and am going in the right direction to happiness.
Fear was written all over the walls of the next room. It makes me quiver and chill. The putred smell that i once smelt before still lingers but not as strong. Fear of the truth or the truth that must be told is what was making me quiver. I needed currage to help with that or someting to make me stonger and less vonerable to the lies and decit that i have said. Confusion was also mixed in with this. The only way is to confront teh fear and speak the truth. Once this is done i may continue on theway. While speaking,to the people in the room of fear what i have done., i gigantic weitght had been lifted. It made me feel dizzy and disoriented, but none the less, much better. I start to continue towards the door where the light begain to shine once more.
While approching the door,sludge, like quick sand was on the gound. Every step i took i went back one. It was trying to keep me in, keep me back. Calling me back into my pit of depression and dispair. Wanting to feed on my emotions. I was determined not to go back i was full of hopefullness which made me feel like i was someone. Its uplifting and delightfull . i've learned enough to where my emotional endevors will not keep me back. Just then i reached the door. On this door it said that you'll be visiting again, many more times, but just remember your way back.