Why do I suffer like this, why am I afraid of myself, why do I want to die, what is inside of me, is all we ask ourselves as our hearts bleed inside unwilling to stop while all we wish for is for the unknown to stop stabbing us and giving us such bloody tears, the unknown has won in controling our minds blinding us from all the light that has yet to be shown to the blinded eye by him, giving us voices which indeed can never be ignored that corrupts our self control, we then become monsters ready to follow orders, ignoring the fact that we have control upon ourselves but then self control becomes surely impossible. I am terribly sorry to accept the fact that these poor creatures who were once living souls who have been turned to such a state where there is no going back, already too late to bring back what was once an innocent lively being.
