I have been descending into my subterranean temple for seven years now. I did not know this temple even existed until I was shown the secret trap door I had been walking over my entire life.
You better believe I cried like a baby. I tried to sprint out of my apartment naked and screaming for help in the middle of the night, but that which showed me the trap door talked me out of it.
I spent two years simply peering underground, amazed.
I descended slowly and quickly. I didn't want to, and wanted so badly to get on with it. I began opening doors.
I found the animal abuser. I met the racist. I had lunch with the misogynist, and dinner with the rapist. I met the anti-Semite. I spent the day with the liar.
I opened a door and met the self mutilator. I chatted up the drug addict. I found the room with a hundred men jacking off, and another with a 12-year-old girl huddled in the corner. I met the murderer. I had coffee with the terrorist.
I found the taker disguised as the giver, the psychological abuser, the physical abuser.
In the broom closet I found the broken boy.
And then one door remained, the thickest door of all, on the deepest level of my temple.
Every door was preparation for this last one. I have known it, but this knowledge cannot help me, for I have stood outside this last door for so long, shivering, pissing in my pants, wanting so very desperately to wake up.
And yet I know I will truly wake up only when I open this last door and meet the occupant.
And release him.
I would rather visit any combination of criminals, victims and deviants in this place than listen to him breathing on the other side in perfect synchronicity with me.
It is ironic that the drug addict has the run of the temple, but the occupant of this last room cannot leave unless I open the door from the outside.
Irony will not save me. Neither will this pool of piss on the floor or the shit balls falling down my pant leg, for I cannot stand in this position much longer. The flies are beginning to eat me alive.
It is time to let him out and clean up this mess I've made.
It is time to release the King.