THE HOLE


You made a terrible, terrible mistake in coming here.

There are avenues of suffering that the human mind simply can not envision. It defies any corporeal analog, it is unlike physical or emotional suffering. In all of my exploration of Hell, I found that it contained many places that one can reasonably hide and wait in. And yet the terrible reality is that eventually, we all arrive here willingly. To this terrible space where what is left of you is taken apart and laid bare before you.

There is no one here but you. No devils, no all seeing eye, no one to witness or give context to the pain you experience.

I would like to be able to find solace in the idea that my consciousness would continue after my death. I believed, with absolute sincerity, that I could find ways to amuse myself even in the darkest and most excruciatingly painful scenario. An eternity of imps prodding me with hot pokers, my genitals slowly eaten by incubi dressed as my mother, all of my memories projected forever on to the canvas of my withered soul , forcing me to relive a life that I knew I'd never have another chance at. all of these things I would eventually become bored of. I would be able to dream again. but the mind isn't the same once you've crossed over, you eventually reach the point where there is nothing left but the conscious decision to climb in to the hole.

You know it's there from the moment you cross over, you can see it pulsating in every corner of Hell. It does not beckon, it does not dress itself up. There is no deception involved in luring you in to it's Stygian depths.