Dark, cold. The ceiling is gone. Everything is black. A hole of nothingness. My life in one word. No. Many words are to describe what I am about. I am not just a sad pathetic excuse for a human.
It's always my fault isn't it?
Yes, it is IT.
Why can I not have a better name.
Cause your not human
True...
Silence draws back in. IT has left me once again. Many people have escaped this asylum. But me... I have stayed. Give me a straight jacket so I can go insane. Too late, I already have.
Talking to a voice in my head. What could be worse. IT having a form that follows. I image the terrible of it all, and I am glad I am what I am.
Wet hair and cold nights. They don't need to go together. Yet, my late night stay wakes have made me do otherwise.
I lay in my bed, freezing, when I finally decide to get up. Who cares if the heater goes up. Blame it on the third. He is always into trouble. Time to make more, so I do.
I can feel the heat rising. It's a good feeling. It makes me smile. An expression so taboo I like it. I don't stop and suddenly frighten that my face will be stuck. But it is not.
My eyes begin to close and I stop caring. The dark is inviting. I am no longer cold and so I drift. Somewhere deep in my thoughts. A happy place filled with candy and love.
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It Kills
Historia Corta"It will listen, it will pick through your every thought till it finds them... The thing you hate the most, he will take them and use them, exploit you and WATCH YOU DROWNED... "
