I awake in a daze in what appears to be a small room. everything is blurry and dark accept for light outlining what appears to be a door. I'm debilitated there seems to be some unseen force securing me to a hard surface. I'm only able to move my eyes and I can't see anything accept this lighted door frame. From the angle that I can see the door, it seems as if I'm pressed flat into the floor. The room feels empty and there is a Erie presence admits. Suddenly a pair of dark boots appears at the base of the door followed by a loud thud. The light begins to brighten, as the door slowly opens revealing the shadow of a humanoid figure. Panic fills the depths of my existence, as if ever fragment of my being had its own mind and knew that what just appeared in the doorway, was pain in its most corrupt form. A voice like nails on a chalk board mercilessly pierced through me with excruciating entirety. I attempt to scream in agony but it was like I had no vocals. "I want to show you something" the words seem to cut me from within as the figure appeared to be gliding slowly as it moved towards me, towering over me. My eyes begin to jitter seeking an escape "I want to show you something" It was definitely humanoid and all too familiar. Brown skin with a athletic build, I could tell this humanoid was not big but its presence felt as if there was an full battalion of blood thirsty Giants at the ready for the command to dismember me. I can see its face A menacing smile widens slowly showing more teeth as it grew to the point that it distorted its face. Its over sized eyes were wide open and locked on to me as it slowly got closer. A third eye began to open in the middle of its distorted forehead a green light flashed red quickly in the socket of the eye then closed just as quickly as it opened. I was stuck in a trance The third eye opened again stop and go, blood and vegetation, destruction and creation I seen growth and death. I seen my opposition my opposite Great Might and I was weakness not seeking power but seeking refuge from what was upon me like a straight jacket for the crazy. The image of the face flashed in an endless loop frightening me to the point that my blood turned into boiling puss waiting to erupt through ever pore. When I could take no more the face began to peel revealing its true form. Its was my children fading away into distant memories gone and forgotten its was my role as a father trapped in a enclosure being able to see release but still bond by time. The mask is just a suppressant to past memories and possible futures. Keeping me with a painful fear from contemplating them.
The past can not remain buried forever for death is a door way to truth. sleep the small death took me to a place where I seen you die a most violent death by the hand of revenge. Die over and over night after dream dream after night death with no fight every night oh the joys in feeling the sight tasting the smell of hearing your death not just any but specifically yours in a infinite cycle. Suffering just as we suffer just like me why didn't I kill you? everyday I ponder. I want to be you're murderer for every reality physical or meta just and unjustly allotted crime die please but never disappear just always appear dead for my satisfaction. die please die goodbye R.I.P. memories.