Choose Your Path Wisely — Greg Dixon

Begrudgingly, you look into the mirror as you stew in nervous beads of your perspiration. Trembling. Gazing into that which you fear. Confronting your reflection, your ultimate form of suffering. Catching a glimpse into your shameful past; witnessing the reenactment of your pathetic life - the frightening tale of a tragic entity. The only thing you see is the emotionless reflection of your eyes. The only thing you hear is a stale silence. The only thing you smell is the appalling stench of your rotting soul. Touching the mirror, your flesh begins to melt. It dissolves into the crystallized surface, disappearing in a sea of liquefied glass, entering a gateway into the manifestations of your delirium. You are trapped between two worlds; the world you created in your mind and the world you are about to leave behind. Pleasure and pain. Dreams and nightmares. Life and death. You continue to stare, delving into insanity as your worlds merge into one morbid universe. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, the blood of your lunacy begins to drain into the mirror along with the avalanching flesh of your face, transporting your soul to the other side. Drying up and decaying with the leaking blood and peeling flesh. Leaving behind your body to wither in the soil of your maddening depression. A new life having been bred out of death. The final step has been reached. The dark veil of your mental burden has been lifted. Your life no more, the rewards of death reaped. Look to the mirror for your destined escape. Embark on a journey to discover the unknowable truth. The decision is yours and will always be yours. Sulk in your world . . . or blissfully suffer on the other side. A duality that shall never cease to perish, the paradox known as life. Nothing more than illusions, two paths lying at your feet: one a beautiful conviction, the other an execrable mistake. Decide for yourself what route you will take. But choose your path wisely . . . before it's too late.