Everything was black.

Yet in the black was a tainted red

It stained the pure white sheets

Covered the wooden floors.

I walked past it all

Following what had become a well known path;

To the door

As I touched it, it opened without a fight

No resistance to my shaking hand

I turned and looked down the hall

My prison for days

The doors that lined the hallways

Up and down the stairs

Called me to come back

The friends that has once walked behind;

Were behind the doors

And lost

As was their innocent.

I turned again, and there it was

In its monstrous glory,

Big and dark.

We stood silently

Both waiting for the confrontation that was going to happen

The gates opened, letting my anger, my sadness, and sorrow flow out.

"Why?" I asked. "Why me?" It looked

And stared; it's face blank

Fixated on the tears falling

As I decided.

I'll win.

And I did it over once again.

Fin~

Thank you for reading.

~HSS