Conflicted, conflicted mind, conflicted sides, I have to choose, but alas I am blind. Blind to see what I'm becoming and blind to see what or who I am. The others are becoming more active and slip through whenever they get the chance. People are starting to worry more and more. I'm empty and broken, what is the point? My dreams are starting to get worse and worse. It seems like that the more I dream, the more graphic they get. The others, especially Akuma and Tsuki have been slipping through a lot more. Usually they never slip through, but ever since my mind became unstable they've been slipping through. I no longer know who or what I truly am. I'm not even the real him, just a cheap, more sane copy. It's all a lie. People believe that I'm the real him, but they don't even know that the Klaas they know isn't Klaas. I'm Hunter. A personality/identity of Klaas, a relic or idealised version of the boy. They try to hold me back to hide the fact that I'm a threat. My mind's the truth behind the lies that I define what they regret. I'm meant to be the one to fix the cycle, won't stop until I'm dead. I won't be here for long. I'm hanging by a thread. Never knew the reason that I was alive until I bled. My mind is conflicted and corrupt. I'm concerned about my dreams, they've been showing what I'm capable of more and more. And like I said, the more I dream, the more horrific they get. Last Saturday on the second of April 2022 I dreamt of massacring a hotel, and using the cut of heads of the women to give myself oral pleasure, after that I massacred a school and I don't want to write about it further, it's fucked and messed up. I let you pin me against the wall again. Stuck in your grip on my chest. The only pain is when I breathe as you sink your claws into me. I let you seduce me again, with your soft, soothing, dominating, electric voice. Telling me to let it go and embrace the dark. I know this is a trick. But I suppose God left me in the dark so it may be where I belong. Peace is a lie, justice is blind, vengeance is my desire, I am hate, I am death, my sin is wrath...
Hunter
04-04-2022
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THE DARK ANGEL
PoésieTHE DARK ANGEL Take a look into the mind of Hunter Bastiani. A troubled young man struggling with the horrors of mental illness. All that is written down are his or their thoughts... There are dark and depressive texts ahead, so be warned that viole...
