The Chaos Inside

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The wolves are shredding, tearing, and devouring. I look down at my rotting, body as they enjoy their feast. They glare at me. A cold blooded state with no empathy. Not even a shred of human decency left. Their claws digging, scratching, ripping through my mind. There's screaming. So much screaming. But is it mine? I cannot tell anymore. Thousands of roaches, beetles, and maggots wriggling in my throat and scuttling about my body, their limbs laughing with mockery at the being I am. My vision keeps flashing. Demons are in the shadows, spitting on me, spitting words of pure hatred. There's so much shrieking laughter at what a fool I am. Please stop the pain hurts so much. Please stop screaming please stop saying for me to hurt. I didn't mean to hurt I didn't mean to. I'm covered in briars that dig into my skin, and anyone who comes near gets puncture marks all over. All I wanted was to not hurt the others. The briars are tightly coiled around my throat, suffocating me with blood and festering wounds. Every scream is drilling in my ears. The wasps have made their nests in my ears and the buzzing is a chorus of agony. Their stingers poking, prodding, producing unbearable chaos. The demons emerge, and start pounding my skull with their limbs. I feel the nausea rising. The bile is churning in my stomach, the acid burning through the stomach lining. My chest is tightening, thousands of stakes shooting from the darkness right through me. How am I still alive? Am I even alive? I should've been gone long ago. Flames lick my skin, a conglomeration of fire rolling my chest. The acid violently pours out of my mouth, gagging over and over. The acid burning my vocal cords, my voice a hoarse whisper. The creeping chill of anxiety pricking every muscle, weakening every limb. I don't know what to do with all this anger and hatred flooding me. Crimson is filling my lungs and fear is blinding my eyes. I'm shaking as the fear tears through my body, I'm losing control again. I want it gone. My mind is screaming for help and my body is deteriorating as I can't control anything help me please the screaming won't stop

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