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corrupted and Torn, are the only two feelings I possess within me now, as this bitter taste of the child's blood that flows through my body now like a serpents venom sunk deep into my flesh. As I hear them coming, I see all of them slithering from the darkest despoil of hell, crying in utter agonizing shrieks of pain and despair that I could not be comformed to sleep. I too was compelled to pity the merciless hatred I put down upon them, their innocent faces writhing in deformity, some with rope around their knecks so tight it had for moments seemed like they would die of asphyxiation, as only little gasps of air would sneak out now and then, to what sounded like a respirator lacking it's proper funtions to create the needed breath. Others which were just as mortified and tormented that I have seen only half of their faces, their skin looks as if it was marred and sometimes burned to a melting point. were these kids thrown in a melting pot, as their faces were burned but hardend so as they cried it looked almost featureless.
Why has this happend to me, what have I done to deserve such daemons? It has become relevantly clear that the Devil does exist and Hell is a place for me. Belial grant me my freedom now, take my soul and so may I walk forever in the Darkness of your despoil. Be so insidious to my body that my flesh is scarred beyond healing. They who have crucified my body to point only down so my soul shall descend only to your kingdom, and as I feel them pound the nails in my flesh I can hear the Angels of God trying to save me...nothing can, for I am only now a lost soul for the damned, I have no love, no family anymore for they too lay down forever in silence, Along with my body.

Oh how these walls move closer to my mind, the voices I hear of people that have lost all will and conscious thoughts, have only let me thrive so eagerly on what seems only the way to live. This Tv that never changes has been stuck in sramble for so long that I have created pictures through its distortion. Clearly there has been nothing, nothing at all to help me find even the slightest will to retain my sanity, it's as if all the lights and darkness have joined against me, for only seconds I have light, then dark, an evil dance being played upon me ruining my eyes so I can't see nothing but black and white. I know nothing, not even my own world anymore I am compelled to stay here in this quiet room that the only noises I hear are clearly in my head. I feel everyday is the same, absolutely no change at all, as if the days have not passed and I am just being driven worst and deeper into my madness. My journal that sits in front me, this little white book with damaged, disrepaired pages, it looks so despoiled and tattered. Has been my only company, as I write in it, I feel it is speaking to me. I urge you to read these letters, these words scrawled on this white piece of paper stained by my own agony. To see me in them, see my world that I am a prisoner of for eternity. Madness is truly skin deep, since all these words are written in blood...my blood, now I must sleep, sleep forever and never wake up, but be lost in my own despair and torment. Good night.