I am awakened by the tears of panic that are drenched with my blood and the pain of society crushing my head constantly and throwing my body in every direction like a pulling device used to split your body in half. So what do you want today? To screw me over again? To betray me? oh, I do enjoy pain, enough to run from you to save myself. I willingly run into oncoming trafic the quick death of a car smashing into my enfeebled body is sure more welcoming then suffering by your hands. So what type of torture do you have intended for me? Should I stand still and let you strike me with your whip of fear? To lash against my back like a leather blade digging into my skin and pulling, scrapping, ripping it off. Hell, i might as well jump off a cliff. The impact of my body molding and ripping against every stone would be less pain then you can dish out. You turn everybody into demons. Screaming into my ears, I run with panic holding my ears in agony. The sound smashes against my head. Throwing it in the opposite direction stabbing it into your almighty fist. Blood drips down my eyes and I am blinded. My eyes swell up like a poluted dying earth that shed the tears of the longing of death. I am still alive because you keep pulling me back. Why do you keep preventing the car from smashing into my body and tearing, scrapping, ripping my organs and my humanity into pieces? Why do you not allow the stones from crushing, bashing, breaking my bones? I dont understand why the hell you would pull me back at the brink of death. You let my skin get ripped off so that i scream in agony. You let your damn whip stab into my back with fury. So what is it you want again? Oh, yeah to run. You want me to run into oncoming trafic so at the last second you can pull me back and whip me again and again with your fucking whip. But, i have just one question for you. What could you whip if i turned and faced you? How could you pull me back from running into oncoming trafic if i never ran at all? How could you prevent me from stopping you from digging that whip into my back like shrapnel of a mine exploding?

I am awakened by the stabbing of a knife into my leg. I burst up scream and spray my blood against the wall. Fucking bastard, I am here red, evil, sharp. More present then you can even comprehend. I am the demon that tells you to scream when I rip your skin with my claws! I will push you against the wall stare into your eyes and thrust my pain into your chest, all you will be able to do is stand there and let your soul drip out of your body. I will consume you like a fire! I will burn your possessions and burn your house! I will laugh as you choke on smoke that will cloud your thoughts like dense fog. I will turn your wife and kids into ashes! I will turn you into my puppet. My eyes will turn red with your blood as i turn my knife into you. I will pull it out and lick the blood off my blade. I will watch you die. Your pain shall by my pleasure. I will boil the water off your body starting with a punch! It will ripple throughout your body and you will fall. The water will splash out of the bowl as i bring my hand across your face. I will distort everything that you used to be. Changing it like a chameleon. Nothing is what it appears to be now you pathetic, blind bastard!

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