My Walk Out Of Hell Part 1.

This, is the end result of several nights of painful self realization. I am just going to flow with this writing, and eventually, i hope to publish some of these vanity press style and hand a few copies out to close friends who have helped with all of this madness... Anyways, here we go:

Nine circles create the pit of self propagated hell i have been living. Despair, agony, depression, hatred, self loathing, the list is a long one. where do i begin? where do i go from here? my body begins the trek, pleading, urging, prodding and begging my soul to walk those charred, crumbling steps out of this self created hell. satan, sits in the very bottom. a long time friend. a long time foe. he doesnt seem too terribly thrilled about me leaving. strong claws, grip, in an ironically icy grasp, my arm. for all the heat in this place, that bastards got a cold grip. it makes sense though, if you think about it, for he is the one truly heartless. for if i was truly heartless myself, then i as well would be so cold. i break away. i need this in my existence no longer. i must free myself of this demon, and the many others blocking my path to the gate. I trudge across this, lowest circle of hell... it is easy to walk around... i have even, temporarily removed myself from this lowest pit, only to find myself in one of the higher ones... to hit a bump and slide back down. how now, do i reach the gate, open it and walk out into the light? i start the ascent.


:aside: and a quote "misery is too self absorbed to want much company" :end aside: