Caution tape and lies beyond imagination.

A piece from the minds ability to place memories that are not able to exist

A night alone where the caution type doesn't block you from you're worst nightmares. A distant memory guards your mind from being able to travel past the line of yellow tape and to the tragic scene behind the closed door, your mind tells you to stay but your body drags you along. Step after step men pull the tape above your head and let you past, inside to the place you last set eyes upon. they stare as if sympathy in their eyes can make up for what lies ahead. mind body and soul now itching for you to turn and run but as soon as the thought comes and the body reacts. " I've gone to far.. i can't turn around now.." then the door swings open and you see your self laying across the ground. Buried alive and feeling shallow you're mind begins to shut out the truth and what is oblivious to the world around where time stood still while everything crashed. Now doors open that should have been shut and others reopen where you've placed pad locks and chained them closed, now freely open to traffic. The shadow realm is now able to be traversed. Along your shadowed doubt and curious envisioned sight of hell has casted poisoned thoughts in the waking and visibly deceased. Slamming whips against skin and ink on paper. behold your long list of triumphs and glorious deeds among the recipients and patrons of a starving disability to stand down when ordered to lay down arms against an enemy who would not accept they are not really alive, an army of one, they drag you away from everything you've ever known to a beat against the door to do what has been done to you. living systematic and decisive is all that is against odds. that it is relatively prime for examples and classical condition to one but to another it's simply called survival. bringing left hand over shoulder and leg across the wall as jumping down is safe you begin to see all is well and you have been set up from the start. Knowing where you've come from and where your mind started to pick up lines from this horror movie of a moment as you freeze. The foot steps grow closer as you realize your laying on the ground with someone staring at you and yet this person seems so familiar. realizing your staring at your self your last thoughts are "is this real, i'm going insane!". A voice is off in the distance and awaking in a cold sweat. "it was a dream... i'm not dead. Thank you lord for watching over me.." And then sounds of gun fire echo's in the distance. You wasn't dreaming that was as real as anything. Now start over and place the pictures along the wall where they should be and your right back where you had started all along, on the ground gasping for air as your wind pipe is being crushed by a man twice your size and all you can think during this time is " I'm finally home." and so it ends.