Some say the road to hell is lined with good intentions, layered with them, they line the road and they help create the walls. Mine has been lined with nothing but suffering and dismay. The accepting of the monster looking back at me in the mirror has become difficult for me to do. The only thing that has been paved on my road has been tragedy.
Besides the agonizing struggles that flourish the road, I have witnessed others on the same treacherous journey. This is another planet's Hell. But what if, I don't want to be this person anymore, this person that brings all this bad stuff to happen? What if, I want to change my ways for the betterment of the world, the betterment of myself?
All of my life, I have been searching for salvation, and for the first time, I think I might have found something close. The brick-wall will forever loom over me, but the answer to the question that forever reels itself over my head is within view.
I can see it.
The answer stumbles from a distance. The words are unclear. I focus my eyes intently, and the words, they disappear, but I know they're out there.
I know if I keep looking, I'll find the words.
Forever, in life, you're going to be faced with questions, questions that you may very well not know the answer to. Not at first.
You're given questions that nobody else can answer for you, not a father, or even a loving girlfriend.
You're given an answer that is sentimental to yourself and not somebody else.
Will I be able to overcome all of the problems I have faced?
Will I be able to continue with this journey and not allow evil to consume me again? Will I be able to achieve happiness? Will I be able to do what my father never could? Will I be able to overcome the temptation to indulge?
Belladonna may not have been willing to follow me into the darkness, but her efforts may have led me into the light. None of it will be easy. Finding the courage to not feed the addict's quenches will be troublesome, but it's something that I must find my way to do.
Will I? I will.
Some parents pass down their good looks, some parents pass down their wittiness or talent.
My father, my father passed down a monster, a monster that killed him and almost killed me.
Some parents teach their children how to throw a ball or ride a bike.
My father taught me how to be … Poison.