A world born in evil. A world beyond evil. A world beyond hell. Welcome to my world.
Living in a world of torture, I somehow survive. Fearing and hiding from the demons in the shadows as always and putting my family at risk. Only two ways out though. Suicide or escape, which of course was impossible. So much worse it replaces your nightmare to a nightmare of being trapped forever, trapped in a world that feds on the suffering, the fearing, and the loneliness at being alone in a shadowed-hearted world.
That's when I thought I couldn't last any longer till i cried in rage and became a monster myself. Seeing a love one dye before your eyes, you know what that can do to you. seeing the blood splash on the floor, wall, and even on yourself . I stood there just watching them die a painful, horrible death, and me here, safe, doing nothing to help but staring stupidly with my mouth wide open. they died with there eyes open, (which were still opened) with depression, loneliness, and fear, and was that relief too? Relief of being out of this hell-hole, just as if it was a dream, just as if you recently woke up from and a nightmare but just to see it was all but just a DREAM?
Was I turning into a monster myself for being a coward? A bloody coward? Or was it the anger I always hidden in me all the time? Anger? Angry at what, what was I angry at? Had i been angry at myself? Or was it seeing my family die before my eyes that triggered it? Was it a curse of which I inflicted upon myself? Was I meant to be one of them?
I lay at the floor where my family have been killed. Only one way out, I thought.
I would rather die than to become the monsters of which have killed my parents. That's how it all ended. Or did it end?
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Subject: Death Aprroval? 
Fri May 11, 2007 4:29 am
