Note:This Is supposed to be all over the place and confusing.
Trapped, in a cage of thoughts. My fingers curl around the bars; tears trickle down my cheeks-filling my mouth with salt. Time flies by me, slows down-speeds up.
I feel as if I am being choked; choked by my own invisible rope of impossible ideas. Faces stare at me; they're laughing at me, mocking me, as I drown my pool of darkness. People stand around the cage as they glare down with malicious lack of mercy. They are trying to remind me of the time I did wrong - the time I stopped the bad from turning good. Asking me: "Why would a man of evil like you deserve anything?"
Suddenly they disappear, leaving me with myself-a reflection of hatred, a downfall of good. Knives fall from below me, landing in my head... Killing me... Saving me.
But then I am faced with him. The man who holds a knife for my heart. He killed all those I loved. The one I hate. The one I like. Thats when I see; I see that the man is me.
Slowly, I pick up one of the scattered knives at my side. I hold it in my hand whilst he follows my every move. But then he does something not a small human brain like mine could understand; he holds it to his chest, smiling like an enthusiastic little boy, and he plunges it in to his heart causing the cage to collapse. I am now free. Free from myself as I am the one who is going to hell, killed by the evil inside me.
But-- what if I didn't submit? Submit to the pain of my sins?
I would not be dead, far from that, I would breath, I would blink, I would see. What if the demon was gone, but I was not. This would be the moment when I learn something oh so important - I am me.
And I will not stop fighting.