The Demons That Tempt Me

Elizabeth

As I was hoping for more endless dreamy wonderland adventures, along came Elizabeth. She would sit there, quietly staring at me. A grim line set on her face. Black lipstick on her lips, a little lopsided, highlighted the paleness of her face. She would lean her head to the side as if to catch my attention. I would unknowingly raise my head and stare into her pitless eyes, trying to find something. There was nothing but despair and misery and depression. It was difficult to resist falling into her eyes, literally. A deep horrid hole, where you would wallow in your sorrows. Elizabeth takes me by the hand and gently carries me and lays me down into that hole. In that deep, dark and dank hole, you'd wonder how it become like this in the first place. Thinking long and hard, the answers were vague. Looking up to only see Elizabeth looking down on you. Those pitless eyes piercing your back, as you tried to avoid it. Those eyes...They always bring back those haunting memories, those things that you'd always wanted to forget. At this moment, the hole seemed to be throbbing with pain. Your heart, too. The pain was the kind that made you want to rip your heart out and dull that aching pain. Then the hot salty tears would come gushing into the hole, filling it up, drowning you and swallowing you whole. As you lay there in the water, you hear your heartbeat slowly ebbing away. The darkness beginning to surround you and clouding your vision. 

You embrace the darkness and suddenly you feel that the darkness is pulsing with some sinister energy. But you can't care, darkness is your alcohol. You've been intoxicated, and your like it. You lay in that still darkness, waiting for someone to come and collect you.