The goal was satori. I was heavily into the occult. The goal of enlightenment was the road I was on. I made it my goal. I dived deeper into soul magic. Going darker & darker. All to find the light. I met my end in darkness. But was reborn into the light.
I hung the lantern high. We could not relax our guard. We had our shovels in hand. Salt, gas, matches. He not come back as a ghost. The hate in the soul would corrupt a world. We watched the fire Our souls found peace. All they found was a lantern & ash.
I cried out, enough already! I don’t know to whom. The pain I couldn’t take. I wanted it over. Ice baths. Electric shock. Experiments. My body had enough. I let the blackness take me. And now my soul roams these asylum walls. Restless. Seeking my revenge.