Sinful Pleasures

Down I fall burning, screaming. The afterlife isn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be saved. Supposed to be… Supposed to… Suppose… I was saved and could be with them. The ones who, believed I was Someone. Someone who loved to be with others. Someone who loved to live in the moment. Someone who loved to have a drink. Only once in awhile I would lose my control… but…what I didn’t know… was the fact I was; indeed, Losing myself, Losing my mind, Losing my sense of matter. I wish, Hope, Pray -- No there is no praying here. I want to be somewhere else -- You belong here. I want to be me again -- You no longer exist. I want to be given another chance. Not just be another vessel for evil, sin, and demons. It’s far too late to be forgiven.