X Means Always

Through the Dark

(my p.o.v.)

People say hell is hot.

The depths of it filled with glaring fire and smoke.

There are infernos, there are demons.

The screams of the torture tearing through the air.

Piercing and rumbling.

I wonder how people up here cannot hear them.

Some people say hell is cold.

That makes sense too.

There is no light down there, maybe even the flame burns cold.

The demons, the devils, their heart must be so cold.

That is if they have a heart.

Their claws sharp, their fangs biting and smiles so sinister.

But who could blame that for what they are now.

We don't judge them without knowing their story.

Maybe they once know love.

Maybe once they had a heart but they traded it for the life of the others.

Who knows, maybe they used to have angel wings.

And who said that they are the bad ones? Just us.

But no matter one would contradict about hell, no one would listen.

Because being different, being the dark horse is never a good thing.

It is nothing honorable, nothing brave.

Trying to fight against everyone is just foolish.

You are pushing yourself to die.

It is just you against the world.

Their words hurting worse then spears.

And you have nothing, nothing at all.

That is where demons come from.

Some from your fear.

It consumes you, until you turn into fear too.

Demons aren't bad, they are just people with a sad story.

Well, whatever.

I guess you weren't really listening, were you?

Hell means bad things.

I beg to differ.

I don't care.

I won't mind.

I have nothing more to lose.

29th May

I don't even remember when Zayn left.

It seems so long ago.

I am so lost without my compass.

Who will point me home now?

Where did my broken heart even go?

I guess I moved with my life and left my broken heart back where it was broken.

I seems to have been in a haze.

I don't even remember time.

I just feel like the whole he was gone, I just went on with my life as an empty vessel.

....

I was writing my diary entry, sitting on the piano bench, occasionally touching the ivory white keys, enjoying the smoothness under my fingertips and the melodic sound that jumbles together. Colliding and sliding against each other softly.