Shorts

A hold

Trapped in a lock of stillness, unreasonable.
His arm is around my neck and he's choking me out. He is the embodiment of corruption. Nothing calming about the situation caused by the man trying to feed my friends nightmares.

Every man feels the need to hold their hands out and ask for something; Bigger than myself  I cannot always give this gift they ask for.
There's always one person they can continuously turn to for greater good, just depends what you believe in I guess.

Nothing but an empty reality. A twisted truth. A hold of relentlessness.

Trapping a soul in a cage of the body to circle through a conversation that will never matter in the end. A vent of blood; a hall of bodies. A world of nothing but endless possibilities, recreation of traps for the soul to escape and train for more truths.