CALL IT WHATEVER

I slipped passed the corridor,

yet every hall from there on was a maze,

I was lost.

When I went up,

I went down,

When I slipped away I was pulled closer in to the hell that I sought to escape.

Fading Universe, why do you hate me more than every OTHER FUCKING ENTITY THAT walks, or talks...

I sit and boil

in my toil...

For a while I thought I could go, and be myself...

Then I saw her,

but it seems I was too late.