Demons are around me, and at my very core. Where did they come from? I always keep getting more.
"Stop! It hurts" I say, they keep on causing harm. I've gotten stalkhomed a bit, do they really have charm?
I get used to the torture and the pain, but still it feels so hard. I wish I had the strenght to use my calling card.
I am done, I am dead, no, death can't feel this bad. Because tomorrow its gonna start again, and I'm gonna be more sad.
XOXO
Erza Rosenberg
