It was like God was finally convincing me I shouldn't play games with the devil; taking the game of life to a whole another level.
it finally all caught up to me, belatedly being taught a lesson from all my previous misconceptions, of all the damage I've caused. From all the lives I have brought lost.
But with a constant remembrance of your pain and suffering you no other than start becoming numb to it. Once you seek light, you become selfish. That light that you think will help light up your entire room when you're in the dark.
However, once seeing it reach the maximum level of illumination it explodes. Shards of glass now in your hands producing more pain than before.
Then your back at square one. Seeking light again.
But once you are tired of trying to find that light that doesn't seem to benefit you at all... You seek darkness. You've lost every last shred of faith in that light that you seek out what you know best. The dark.
You're no longer in the dark, that darkness becomes in-depth into you
you become apart of your ongoing nightmare consuming someone else's gratifying dreams.
YOU ARE READING
purgatory | g.d
Fanfictionpur·ga·to·ry /ˈpərɡəˌtôrē/ noun • mental anguish or suffering.