I was alone. Alone in the dark wondering I will get out of here alive. I go down the corridor scared of the beast. I can feel it creeping behind me slowly ready to strike. I turn around in a great fright. I realize that I'm done I got an arm bite it's more than that. When it heals I grow dark and become the next beast of the dark and always have pain in me trying to get rid of but the only way is with an inoccent soul. I live on my feeding pain in me every day that goes on. One day I'll take a away my pain without giving it because there's always another way of getting rid of pain and suffering. I await the day the is to be soon. For I've tried to keep going but now it's impossible but I'd rather not give the pain I have to another innocent person for I shall soon make the person who gave me this pain realize how they hurt me. For the person I say goodnight.
