she thought (wjd date unknown)

She stood there with a sullen smile as she Gazed into the black void that was the gateway to places unimaginable by anyone who has lived a life of peace and happiness.
As she walked towards this portal, this dimensional rift, she felt herself loosing her grip on reality.
The light began to shift, as the physical began to fade, she fell for what seemed like an eternity, only to find herself in a weightless state of oblivion.
Her in this vast nothingness she decided that her memory was the only hold she had left on the world she left behind.
With her eyes wide open she envisioned a new world, in her own imagination, and strange things began to spawn.

Unaware of the things her terrible mind had created, she decided to recreate her body of old, and venture out into her new world.
She didn’t realize that the body she created was still capable of feeling pain, or knowing sadness, but she would soon find in this horrible place her mind had stored away.
She looked out and saw all that this new land had to offer and dismal colors guided her way into hell.

She found herself among trees that have long since been dead, and children with coal black eyes, and hearts to match.
She found herself feeling a sadness consume her in this nightmarish twisted reality of what once was wondrous.
She walked further into the chaos that emanated from her head, and witnessed torched devils crying out in solace and hatred.
And her sadness grew for there was nothing that she could do to help these demons.
The further into her world she went, the more she missed the one that was created for her, the old world, the one that she had to learn and struggle to enjoy.
But she thought to herself “ there must be things here as well that i can enjoy.
Just then her mood again begin to shift an swing, and she felt anger, and sorrow all at once.
She started seeing all of her painful memories rehashed before her eyes.
This solitude she felt was unbearable.
“What have I done?” What has befallen before me, in this time of tragedy, in this place of death an illusion?”
How can I find peace?”
She plagued herself with her thoughts, as eerily a specter of hate came to rest itself upon her shoulders.
She stared blankly into the midnight sky.
And felt herself slowly falling into a deep ominous sleep.


She awoke the next day to find the heat unbearable , and pains through out her body, unexplainable, excruciating spasms of deviant pain.
She fell to the ground and was forced by some unknown to hold her consciousness.
She again felt a despair come over her, accompanied by hatred, and fear.
“What have I don't, what have I created, what can I do to change all of this?”
She stared blankly into a fire that light the blood red sky.


Picking her bones, she tormented herself in her thoughts in her delusions, unaware of her own negativity, unaware, that this alone was hers and hers alone. Unable to comprehend, she has control.
Deeply torched, and badly maimed, she crawled further down this dark, dismal hole.
The blood rushed from her body, yet she could not die.
Now increasingly raging in pain, she impaled herself on a nearby thorn tree, making sure to fill her body full of the splinters and spikes that grew out of its bark.
She found herself in more pain, with a sadness that filled her lands with tears, and a rage that filled her heart with hate.
The sorrowful life she lived, has come full circle. “Choices, and thoughts, intent corrupted, impending doom with the judgments cast, and the finger pointed.”
This saying repeated over and over within her mind.