Hallucinations

Something caught me off-guard. Perhaps something like a masked horse-rider carrying a scythe with the purposeful intent of ripping my spine out with the bloody entrails intact. What happens when you can see your eyes gouged out? Or your gut blowing up like a paperbag filled with air like we used to play? Wonder if anybody really did try freezing someone's hand in liquid nitrogen and smashed it with a hammer in front of the owner's eyes. Would the pain to freeze the arm be too much to bear? Might it be the shattering of the hand that set the soul tumbling to it's inevitable end of a million pieces?

Hardly an exaggeration. Just a notation of how someone would feel when he or she have seen the pit of spikes that await his or her feet to step slightly over the edge. Who said that when you reach the bottom the only direction was up? You can surely go down, where hell awaits. Is the realization of the more beautiful than death itself? Perhaps so, perhaps not.

Whatever.

Fazed means alot of things, but all of which relate to the deterrance of certain actions. I'm fazed, for a lot of things, a lot of decisions, for better or for worse. Seems forever when I thought I could be... crazy. Mayhaps I am crazy. Will come back when assessment of sanity is out. :P