My teeth are rotting to stardust, as all the voices scream along to this play. The icicles shoot throughout my body. Freezing hands whispering, "It's okay dear, let it consume." The twitches begin again, and I feel myself slipping. The thousands of crows stare at me through the prison bars, mocking me. Oh they're always such jokesters. My vision keeps blanking away, and I stare at the poisoned food, the bile rising in my esophagus. I turn away, and instead go for the liquid, which is honestly much worse, but better in the short term. Static flashes, and a vignette filter surrounding me. The walls vibrating, and her face all around me.
I'm scared, I'm fine, I'm dying, I'm breathing.
Breathing in the mustard gas and asbestos. Oh they're so delicious on my sour coated tongue. Am I even awake anymore? Only the God seems to know, but she refuses to tell.
Is the god Satan? I believe it is so. The cruel subjugation of innocent children, distorting their realities, making everything sheer agony. But oh, I try to bring my child that's long gone back. Even though I know it died long ago, I never cried, for why cry when they're in a far better place than hell? No, I shall only smile, as the emptiness and devil consume me.
