There is a road some travel, where time is just a concept, only remembered in dreams and fairytales of distant memories. The shadows of hope are long since consumed by the soul shredders and heart hackers as time is at a standstill. Where silence and solitude have become their new lover and the closest thing to a loving touch, is the knife that penetrates between the shoulders and kisses their heart. The tears that fall are more than just echoes of pain but of suffering yet to be experienced. Muddy, mangled, and malicious is this rotting, rough road of despair that engulfs any light you search for. Many would think they have found Hell but realize the cold chill that aches to their bones is vacant of the warmth that at least Hell would offer. Good cannot scale the walls that have been built and Evil is not needed, for the punishment that is dealt by one’s own mind is more sadistic than the father of fire could inflict himself. Their bodies may still be alive but inside they are corpses of ash waiting to collapse into the next gust that will carry them away. So when you see a person that struggles to wear a smile for you, while their eyes are screaming pools of pain, know that the actions you take next could be their final vision of betrayal or their first experience of hope.
Ronnie H. Lee 1/10/2015