Sometimes my mind wonders down dark corridors towards a damp dungeon. This place is comfortable if not ideal for anything other than suffering. It lives in the back of my mind, yet is displayed in every move I make. It is almost an entity unto its own with a will and determination unparalleled in other frames of mind, this is more pure. What comes next is the decent into limbo, for which is worse when confronted with that or an epic warrior's death, a good death. Either this or in bed slowly rotting while you lie there are two choices. Really? There is no choice for me, death before dishonor so I cannot live any other way, it is unknown to me. You gotta live, so at any cost, thrust yourself into the after ever and crawl out of that limbo, back into what we used to call life. Hideous is just around the corner, it manifests The Grotesque.