~CorporalNobbs

Mental Horrors.
It's nothing to aspire to. believe me...
Don't ever let yourself go, even for the slightest of moments,
never think of the horrors that could distill in your brain.
ones that have thus done in mine.
never drink the liquid hatred that we give...
You see symbols of hate around you.
everywhere you see.
but don't act.
All you do is sit and kill, kill eachothers hearts and souls and lives.
Until... One day. You wake up......

they call your name.
But you don't realise.
Images flash your mind.
a thousand a second.
Nothing is the same, see the hatred in it.

Your vision is not that of before.
Red, red is all.
dots of read.
make streaks of blood. feel it caress your skin.

Mornings rise and you have no memory of day.
only an empty energy of hate.

....


then the day comes.
the potion release upon your brain.
rendering you useless. INSANE.
raging fucking MAD.
and you cannot move.
you here the voice inside your head.
"get up and fight you FUCK!" "you worthless piece of SHIT"

waiting.

waiting.

then the tone is changed.
"let me..." "i'll ease the pain"
"i can do it..."



you let go.


- Kade -