IRC-Galleria

Look around yourself. What do you see? My educated guess is that you see a full set of four walls, a floor and a ceiling. Perhaps a window, and whatever items you might have scattered around in the sorry room you sit in. What you don´t see is that the walls are closing in on you everytime you look away. Slowly they move to tighten your space. Inch by inch. Sometimes making a small sound, that gives you a chance to guess what´s happening. Then you finally realise that the walls have moved. You have to run in the darkness to escape. Don´t pointlessly look out your window in search of a light to guide your sorry way. Or something to fill your hollow soul. If you seek God to stand above you, wrapping healing arms around you, you´ll find a different deity in my walls. Not your God. Not a god of love, care, hope or words. Only a god of pain, suffering and tears. I look at you, amused by your prayers, and tie my hallowed bonds around your hands.

See the door. Run. Learn the truth and deny the lies. See the world through your own eyes and don´t stare through someone else´s.

Or let the walls come unto you and give yourself to your god. Sacrifice yourself again.

And ask yourself : What have you gotten to yourself? What have you given away?