posted on Jul, 4 2013 @ 05:05 PM
A shadow filling the empty void of existence is but a mere fragment of the true sensation of a life wondering alone.
Empty plains that stretch as far as the fragile eye can see, wandering, searching, exploring the depths of a loveless land that sweeps away life like
a hawk from the sky.
The steps follow like a blind man without his guide dog, route less, vulnerable, empty, forever burdened with a lustful heart and an empty void.
Is he in the plains of hell?, consuming himself ever so slowly in a continuous pattern of silent torment.
The night sky captures his drifting consciousness; it illuminates his sight with the marvels of the astral-celestial painting full of discovery and
He feels a slight tingling sensation under his feet, like the warmth from a hot water spring rock emanating from beneath .
His expression of endless pain begins to fade away like the morning mist over the mountains.
A gleaming ball of overwhelmingly powerful light appears before him, regenerating his pain into awe and blissful pleasure.
He wonders in confusion as to what is happening before him, taken from a torture chamber into a luxurious location of sensational vibrations and
Has he died and gone to heaven, or has heaven come before him, only time will tell.