To Death
Escape to the means of egress, only to have it become one’s own death. When options I should leave to salvation are simply traps leading to, their, end. There is no choice now, only the inevitable of one’s own demise. In the end, there is no escape, only the name. Choice is often a delusion pretending to show you a variety of options, within the end it is like the flavour of ice cream. Will still be ice cream, and truly the choice is of no consequence as your preference may change any day.
