The Grand Tour
Enter my world of desolation.
Walk through the twisted garden of darkness, where the air is thick with the aroma of death. It is the pungent scent of lost beauty and forgotten happiness...of a life I never knew.
Only here will the azure skies transform into pure, evil oblivion. The sun is but a a spot of fluid crimson, tainted with the blood of those I loved and lost; the sweet draught that ran from their veins to stain my skin. Indeed, there is my own blood as well, drawn from my body in peaceful agony. Ah, darling pain. My one true love... my dearest and most trustworthy companion.
Drink the bitter wine of lonliness. Only one who shall never be given a taste of love can truly appreciate this delightful nectar. The flavor of doubt will chill your tongue, as the numbing reality of fear and insignificance spreads throughout your limbs.
Listen to the mocking laughter of my cruel gods. Can you hear them, basking in the triumph of my past tormentors? They find glory in every tear I've shed. Detect the screams that haunt me... so many voices shrieking in a chorus of pain and suffering. What could bring more bliss than this torturous music?
This is my reality, as it stands hidden in the mirage of contentment. Every moment in my existence has created this Hades for me to wander. Sleep here, my friend, for here you will wish for the peace of death. Rest, and when you awake on the morrow, you will realize what I have always known:
There is no peace in hell