"Each day it eats away, slowly consuming. Till the day my soul is completely devoured, it'll rest. 'Till then, it shall continue to eat away at me from the very inside.

Resistance is slowly becoming useless as I'm realizing my poor and sad state of reality, it was a dream I just woke up from, "life" they called it. I call it death. It doesn't stop at just me, no. It'll grab each and every one of you and remain that way until no end. You can't run. Some day you'll be in the same state as I am, and you'll see. You'll see.

So here I sit, my struggle has become a minor inconvenience to this beast that surrounds me now. It just laughs in my despair and has not the feeling to understand or even care about my unfortunate circumstances. My arms and legs hardest tries now are simply weak gestures of discontent... Coughing up blood is a sign of relief that maybe instead of becoming a slave to this, I'll be set free.

Sadly enough though, it won't be. This beast is something I fear will follow me even into my grave and torment the chambers of my soul, wreaking nonstop havoc for the rest of existence... Forever under an infinite, lopsided struggle... There is no peace.. Just torment."

Uhhh.... Just doin' some writin and paintin here... Don't mind me.