7 deadly sins

I step outside, the air is cold. I see no one around the streets have been deserted. It’s very dark here and I can smell the odor of fear, what I sense is Blood. Warm, damp, sticky. It’s silent but all I can hear are screams. My head is replaying thousands of images I have not come to be proud of… my heart is on the outside as well as my insides…that smell is making me nauseous I can almost taste it. Why are the streets covered in this crimson substance? Why am I all alone? There is no sun to illuminate the sky, hell; I don’t even know where the sky is here anymore. Broken windows, shards of glass, my timepiece is set for the witching hour, the hands are still. Broken bottles, everywhere. What does this all mean? Has existence left me to fend for myself…? Why am I the chosen one? I feel a chill run down my spine as I turn to face what’s behind me…behind me is how I’m living; or should I say how I’ve lived. I want to go home. This place is unfamiliar how did I get here? I arrived here because I’ve lied…I’ve lied to myself and I’ve lied to others. I have taken wasn’t mine and far beyond my needs. I have ignored my creator and went against his word. I have laughed in his face for how could he guide the way if I cannot see him. I have taken for granted the concrete under my feet and have boldly conceited in myself. I have taken the lives of others who I had no right to interrupt and contorted them so they are now unrecognizable. I have worshiped deceit and comforted hate and therefore I am no longer a member of this earth. “HE” has taken me back home. My home was in fact, not a cozy cabin in the woods but the streets I now walk. I will roam these streets forever. This is my consequence and I have graciously taken flight.