~CleansingthePure

Eyes of a man=made hatred flood the hallway floor, crimson shadows play along each wall. Walking through a fantasy world. Stone corridors pick up every vibration and reverberate in a sickly game of back and forth motion.
Scan for an opening. the high window, single save for a bit of a glow forged through eons of loathing, has become cliche and is no longer a viable means of escape. So you are stuck between a wall and an intense emotion that has taken animated form. Questions and answers...rational thought, is nonexistent, as is the option of insanity.
Black engulfs, falling through a bottomless pit. Emotion, memories...all is lost. Try to hold on, though even spirit has fallen prey.
Welcome to purgatory.