Beneath my grounds, beneath my soul.
I wanted to find it, but I couldn't know where it was.
But they gave me a hint for where it was.... they told me where I can find it.
It was below, and below, and below.... But I wonder..." how much do I have to drag myself down to reach it?" I kept asking this question repetitively to myself every night under the moonlight illuminating through the glass windows of my room. I kept wonder and asking this to my heart until I could feel my heartbeats cease away.... I kept asking this until I wonder how much do I have to wait to find the answer.... how much to I have to think to find the place. How much do I have to ask myself to understand? But...... I can't ask anymore now.....
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I have slept.
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And now the next day came in.... I felt a warmer breeze breaking through my rooms windows that yesterday... I feel that there were shooting stars at the morning. I can see doomsday. I can see it! The beauty I have been waiting for. In fact, it wasn't a place below what I have expected, it wasn't a place below as I have imagined, it's not where I was searching in the first place... It was the complete opposite! My house has fell into an earthquake in a day and opened its rivers. My ceiling has killed all of its spiders and webs and had roses and thorns decorating it.... Oh wait! I guess I was not paying attention to that at all! There were actually roses at the ceiling! Ohhh how blessed I am! Why did I not pay attention to such a beautiful thing? I was giving all my attention to the blue sly, the clear rivers, the morning meteors, the blazes of enchnment on the outside world, but shame on me, too bad, too bad that I have not provided any attention to the other world, inside my house. I wanted to have heaven on the outside, but I wanted to have all what I wanted from the heaven to be inside my world... inside my very own house: roses! How beautiful they were, the ceiling is no more dusty dark and shady.... The ceiling is... clean....an..d?
Full of red flowers.....?.......
I immediately stop at my words...... no no no no no no NO NO NO!!!!
It's not what I think it is! The roses aren't red, I am the one who is blind.... in fact, they were dead roses!
The ceiling is not clean..... it's full of shadows that has hidden the dirt.....

"No.... it's impossible!.... could it be that I were tricked?!"

Looking outside the window for clues, it was no meteors or shooting stars falling.... they were molten hot metal that shone from how burning it is.....

They weren't rivers... they were lakes of lava......

It wasn't a warm breeze.... it's the smoke of the fire outside......

No... no... no way... this is not the doomsday I want........

"Haven't I told you it was still beneath? You humans are still foolish and always for a rush..... always in a rush dashing for your...... death."

Looking behind me, I saw them laughing, mocking me, snickering at me.....
"What do you mean?"

"Fool! You have been searching, thinking, and asking all those 75 years of your life.... are you know regretting it?"
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"You wouldn't be this young if all that time had passed, did you think the afterlife you wanted would be this pleasurable?"
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"In fact, you have not done an ounce of anything good in you're life..... You're a failure human!"
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I couldn't interpret what is happening any more.... How is this possible?.....

"You have been wasting your time all these years thinking while, in fact, what you were searching for did not exist!"
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"In other words, you can cry, scream, yell all what you want but time never goes back, there is no returning back.....and there will be no one saving you...."
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"We know all your thoughts... Just let go now......."
I couldn't interpret it...... If I can't go back......
Then..... "I'M DEAD......."
I HAVE BEEN WASTING ALL MY TIME LISTENING TO THEM FOLLOWING THEM.... THEY WERE RIGHT WHEN THEY SAID THE PLACE WAS BELOW.... STILL BENEATH...... It should have at least crossed my mind.....
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That the place they were talking about..... The place these 'demons' we're talking about....

'Was hell.'