He claims he went to a dark place.I chuckled. He has no idea how fortunate he is, to be able to choose whether you stay in the light or go seek out darkness. As for me, I'm trapped here, in Satan's dark abyss. It's pitch black and empty, even my thoughts echo. He said it so proudly, so sternly, so convincingly. A weak attempt at instilling fear. My smile broadened at the mere thought. How can I be afraid of tangibility?? I've seen how lonely he gets and how scared he is. But here in my pitch black abyss, there is no place for fear and alone is all I ever am. I grinned like a Cheshire cat the more I thought about it. Me?? Afraid of him?? Pure comedic ingenuity to be honest. He wouldn't last a single round in battle with the demons I've faced. They're true savages and they leave scars and I don't mean the ones that heal over time with the help of a little black dressing and bandaids. They rip at my soul and feast on my mind leaving imprints of every kind. No bandage or dressing will ever be able to heal that. So tell me again how you scampered to your little corner and turned out the lights expecting me to be afraid and maybe one day I'll give you a grand tour of where I stay and introduce you to a few of my friends. That's if I ever get out of my pitch black abyss