“The lost cannot be found. The lost craves to be found.”
When you have no desire in life. When you perceive everything is slipping through your fingers. When your heart and soul are filled with melancholy. Then your feet will carry you to The Avenue of Despair. The dwelling of your inner demons.
Come and see your broken dreams at The Museum of Grief. The bleeding painting of lost hope and buried wishes. Your every painful memory monumented and preserved for you to remember.
Keep walking there’s more to see at The Avenue of Despair.
The fortune-teller at The Circus of Travesty has a smirk on her face, she knows the dirty little secrets, concealed in your heart. The dancing clowns with their torturous laughter, teasing and mocking you. A painful reminder of the prison you reside in – a vicious cycle of horror.
You want to run away but where will you run? You can cry and scream but who will listen? Who will hear you at The Avenue of Despair?
Go to The Shop of Immorality and try the dress of seduction, stitched with false promises and golden lies of lust. Paint your lips for the special kiss of death. All to please your carnal desires. The never-ending façade to satisfy the emptiness of your soul.
Are your feet tired? Have your eyes seen enough at The Avenue of Despair?
Rest and take a seat on the old wooden bench in the middle of the square by the fountain. The heart carved in the bench has been burned down, does it remind you of him? But where is he now? He too forgot about you. The fountain of Misery sings the song of a hurt soul with every droplet echoing your haunting cries.
This is you. A body consummated by the sickness of dejection. Living, breathing, yet behind the smiles are the cries. Behind those brown eyes lives a ghostly soul.
The haunting nightmares are now a reality and what rests is the final breath. You can linger at The Avenue of Despair or walk into a new journey. At the end of the road, a clean page awaits to be written.
Are your feet strong enough to carry one more step…?