The Secret Land

Welcome to the land where the frowns play hopscotch. Where depression goes to thrive on the innocent tender minds of humans. Where you and I can sit, and wander in the confusion.1

This, is the land of me. The land I live in. The land I think in. The land inside my head. 2

Wipe the smiles off your ignorant faces, the welcomer says, to any newcomer that still has their sanity. Ignorance causes the smiles, while knowledge causes the grimaces. 3

There are no night lights here, my apologies to the children, but the land you are exploring, is a land meant to scare you. Maybe not so much as scare you, but more to confuse you, and alter your thoughts on basic existence.4

You may walk in to this newly found place, hoping to find happiness and pleasure, or maybe hoping to find hope itself. But please, let me correct you, this secret place that you have so cleverly discovered will not and never will allow a happy thought. It will take away everything. Every smile, every laugh, every dream that you've ever had. And replace it, with thoughts of death. Of horror, and fear, and tears. Smiling, in my land, is punishable with the truth.5

The truth, you may say in reply to my threat, would be wonderful to hear. Would make you smile too, isn't that what you may tell me? Well, I could correct you with such horrors that you would pray that the truth is nothing but imagination. 6

Living in this land, is a horrible thing to do. It may make you physically numb, but it also makes you keen to feel senses such as sadness, depression, anger, and rage. If you try to turn to memories to comfort you in this time of terror, you will be sadly mistaken. For your memory is gone. In place is but a cold, and empty corner that you are forced to sit and grieve in forever. 7

Screaming, of course, is a no-no. Why yell for help that will never listen, nor come? Crying, is useless. The tears pollute the already gray and dead land. Emotion, itself, is useless. It does no good. It is but another waste.8

There are many many rules, but most are easy to come by. As long as you have a liking for sadness and rage and pain. There is a policy that you must go by each and every day. If you do not, then you could be punished by public explosion of the emotions felt inside of this little land. All you must do, is cleanse yourself out each day. That is, cut yourself. Make yourself bleed. Living in this land also makes your skin sensitive to the wonderful and fantastic feeling of pain. Dripping out along with the blood of your contaminated veins, is emotion. Giving you a sense of nirvana. Or as close as you can get to that feeling in this land. It is a nice escape for daily dwellers in here.9

But, in entering my home, you must remember something very important. Once inside, you can never escape. For once you have gained this knowledge, and been to this secret land, nothing can take you away from it. Not even death. 10

Death, is a controversial subject to you "sane" mortals. But the citizens of my land know the truth about it. You know who you are. The truth about it is scary, and I do not wish to scare those that aren't willing to be frightened. So I will just wait. Wait until you come walking into my land. We will have so much fun, you and me, dancing insanely in this world that only we exist in. Visitors are never welcome, but those who wish to reside here, are welcomed with open wounds.11