KEEP COMING BACK FOR THE SAME THING

I know what will happen if I go back to those hallways and travel endlessly between floors looking into the cubbyhole rooms; where other lost souls tweaking to the inner demons and the piped music from above drowns out the moans of the lost intertwined in a drugged out frenzy. I know this life all to well from early teens of cruising bus station and department store restrooms to the seedy slippery backrooms of bars and adult peep shows. The soul feels at home within the stench of poppers,sweat and the coppery scent of drugs burning within a glass stem.

Dante's Hell is very close to the truth in my eyes. I wonder as I am in these situations is life some cosmic joke or am I just a court's jester that just doesn't get his laughs. These places seem to set its power in the luring of the primal urge of man at it's weakest moments. I would find myself in some small enclosure like a video booth as primal scenes are displayed on television screens with dried seed in some odd Jackson Pollack print splashed from some previous lost soul. I wait in these booths for someone to acknowledge my existence and prop open the booths door. I may pull out a small baggie of powder that will most surely entice some strange soul. This powder or rock is a demons present that will make this encounter all the more shallow and soulless for me the participant in this game of conquest . The victor the other soul who has been given this demons present at no cost except to pleasure or be pleasured by this lost soul I had become.

Social Networking on some of these dating sites now are those bookstores,bars,discos or bath houses of the past life. We sit in our own personal dungeon we have made for ourselves and get to stalk our prey at such amazing stealth technique we feel superior to our fellow hunters.We can type out our technique and kinks and not have the personal contact we really desire. Our demons present may be at our disposal so we lure the prey with promise of carnal fulfillment and a drug induced scene that has no meaning and is empty of emotion and lacking of any real connection with either party. This seems to be a new stage for Dante's Hell and so many have become lured by its carnal promises we have all forgotten what we really want from another.

This soul seems to dim everyday at the thought of losing out on what so many seem to take for granted and that is love. We are in a world of open relationships and soulless coupling that those truly with a heart that beats for that one chance seem dismayed at it all. I will keep going back to Dante's Hell if I don't keep reminding myself that my heart does beat for the chance at true love.