A Living Hell...

I walk alone, I walk alone in this abandoned empty rats nest. All I can see is around me are rundown buildings that are decaying. The air smells like rotting wood and debris.

I walk alone, I walk alone. It's cold, I have no jacket and I am wearing shorts and a jersey. What is this Torture?

I see flickering lights in the distance that grows larger and brighter the closer I get. It smells of smoke. I see a building that is caught by a raging fire that is burning it to the ground.

I start to sprint toward it so I can get warm. As soon as I am close enough to feel the heat it disappears and the building that once was on fire is now soaking wet with water rushing out the doors... I see the building clearly now,

It is my restaurant.

I walk further and I am still alone, I see broken guitars, ripped music and burning lyrics... WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!?

I keep walking down the road and I start to weep. I see a sight that churns my stomach in joy. There 50 feet infront of me is a guitar store! I keep weeping but this time it is from joy and excitement, there I am inside the store but I cant touch them.... They catch on fire when I try to touch them..... Why am I in this living hell?

I am cold, alone, sad, and pissed off at the world and I walk alone...

Questions running through my head, "Why am I here?", "How did I get here?", "Why does this hurt so much?" and "How can I end this torment?"

While walking the streets I find a rope, I tie it into a noose and start getting ready to end this torture. I string it in a tree, I stand up and,

Am I truly alone or is it just what is in my mind?...