This story---or stories to be exact, are just products of my own imagination. Whenever I lay myself down, I stare blankly on the ceiling, quietly thinking with ideas that usually clash on my mind.
These were just the stories that I had conceived for most of my free time and collected altogether to create this---um, not so good bundle. By the way, my aim is just to share what I have in my mind; so thanks for your time reading this!
A little note: These stories are original creations. So if you try to breach the rights, then tenchu be upon you.
The Withering Psyche of a Madman
Deep within the bowels of the human mind lieth a brooding darkness--- A darkness so strong that the confines of our mere cognition, the chambers of the brain can not contain.
This so called darkness is not an introspection, a scrutiny nor a simple thought---it was an entity.
An ancient entity that liveth together with our soul before it had given physical form; this darkness is its other side---the same traits; the same genes that lieth in the veins of the traitorous and murderous Cain.
This ancestral entity has been together with our souls for eternity, struggling for control over the dominant soul that has been sealing the darkness away from domination of the human mind.
Let me tell you, that this darkness should be kept always at bay---it should not be freed from the deepest pits of the mental Tartarus; it should not take control over ourselves, for I have seen a man who succumbed to the indescribable powers of this unspeakable darkness---this man had shattered his mind, for the darkness had total control over himself.
This man that I speak of is a man no more---he is a demon who abodes in his own living hell.
And this man is who I am.
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The Withering Psyche Of A Madman
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