Spire of Sorrow

"The Pit Of Despair," was what I started to call my hollow cavity imprisonment since I was unable to move, see, or touch anything within my cell instead I was chained down to my knees while my arms were chained behind my back suspended in the air forcing me to stay stationary. All I was able to do was stare blankly and rock myself a bit which turned out not to be a whole lot, but the quietness was deafening. I never thought this much quietness was even possible of readjusting my thought pattern. I found myself losing the ability to keep myself thinking clearly for any lengths of time here. Whenever I did though it quickly faded away while another quickly replaced its spot. One thing for sure though I never found it hard to think about suicidal thoughts...

...All I know for sure was it was giving me the best advice...

What was this growing warmth I felt within my chest it wasn't physical, but mentally. All it did was keep expanding itself until it reached my head before suddenly everything seemed to switch off for manner of time before my senses seemed to switch back on and when it did I felt all my senses from over my body sent painful signals throughout my nerves and the warmth of some strange liquid travels down my arms until it reaches my legs creating a puddle from this strange liquid that appears all of a sudden? I didn't mind its presence though because it turns out to be something new to me. It did leave this strange odor of iron smell behind before it dies out whenever the wet substance dries up, though whenever this presence appears I usually suddenly get this strange doziness that over comes me relaying messages to shut my eyes and when I do everything seems to slowly die away like the warmth from the liquid, and the pain. What greets me at the end is what I can say is this empty void swallowing me whole then nothing.

What does my living existence even mean do I serve a purpose in this place or is it just being tied down while I slowly become hollow inside until this body withers away and my memories of this body dies off not even knowing if there is another living soul out somewhere or if its the only living thing in this void. No body to show it love, happiness, or grieving just met to die alone...I felt another wet substance again, but its different. It didn't come from the usual place no it came down my cheek traveling toward my mouth. I placed my tongue out to tastes this strange liquid and when it hits my tongue it tasted salty. Mere moments later more seem to travel down my cheek. Is this what you call crying I never came across this before probably since the memory of this persons brain forget. I recall from a faint memory I came across in the void was to comfort this being from its troubles, so I close my eyes shut and make my way toward the void to found this unknown soul.

The inability to do anything started to annoy me all of a sudden. I'm not sure why though since I don't recall every having felt this trait before making difficulties for me troublesome with new emotions I did not understand how to tackle. I tried all sorts of things to please the foreign trait, but nothing seemed to help, but only made it worse after each second. I started to loss my temper ever passing moment until suddenly it became to much and nothing, When I came to be my body was shivering uncontrollably before the piercing screams began to happen. It went on like that forever how long I don't know, until my voice was no more. I believe I won't be able to forget the nightmarish scream that filled the air with despair and insanity.

What's left I can't go on any longer I have nothing left. I can't do this anymore this place is simply tearing my mind apart...I've got no more reason to live. This suffocating segregation is decaying my thoughts and purging them with depression. Is there a reason anymore why do I bother continuing on if I'm not getting anywhere expect waking up to see this gloomy imprisonment. While being tightly chained up wrapped in forged enchanted metal; to be forgotten alone in the cruelest of places: that one would not wish upon his enemies. It's time I say my goodbyes to this prison because this will be the last time I ever see of this place may death bring me happiness if anything peace.

I hanged my head in shame they broke me I wish I could've met your expectations Praetor, Your alter-protector has failed you for that I'm sorry.

I felt time slow down each second after I started applying pressure upon my chains letting the electric current to finish the job with my screams filling the room. My vision started to blur and lessen every passing minute. I guess this is the end...

...Goodbye...