Truely, what kind of hell is this?
One without fire or brimstone, but rife with pain and suffering.
Not of flesh and bone, but of will and sanity.
I am not sure how long it has been.
Months, years, decades?
At first I tried to keep count by the rising and falling of the sun.
But soon lost count, as the days blended into weeks.
You see, ever since I 'awoke' here I have been unable to move, at all.
My limbs wont obey my commands.
Even my eyes wont shift to look around to more than what is dead in front of me.
And all that is in front of me is a dark room with just enough light to make out some furniture.
In the beginning, I tried to keep myself occupied by thinking.
Thinking about anything, anything to pass the time.
To keep my mind active.
To keep the crushing boredom from affecting me.
It worked, for a few days.
I soon ran out of topics and my mind was left to wander.
I wasn't sure how long I could take this kind of torment.
What kind of diseased mind would think of this kind of tortur