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16 years ago
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April 12th, 1952.
For the simple people they were, there was no need for the terror that would be befalling them. These smiling, lost people from a different place find no qualms, just joy in the simplicities of happiness and have not sensed much loss in their small, petty livelihoods. None of them know of the mental anguish I've been through, the ripping, the tearing of flesh and the screaming in the night. Neither of them know of the anguish I might be giving to them, and how I wish to befall it on everyone of their sordid, mocking faces as they told me I was lost. These sickly sweet faces with the devil crouched deeply inside of them, their brains are addled with the pus which has become human life and drama, they know not the truth anymore.
this is why I am punished, and sent here. Telling the truth has frightened the masses of filth that are humans that I have divulged in telling, and this is why I am locked here in this, this hellhole of lies and coverings.
I am not safe here
The evil has found me here too, it is taking shape and form of not the ladies who "care" for me, vile and self obsessive as they are with their regimes of patient and nurse brutality alike, though I cannot "prove" I hear their screams at night as they are sent into isolation and beaten into a pulp as bloody and wretched as any by their superiors, though what these vile, mocking creatures with beauty stained faces do to my "peers" in here is only one and a half more of what the pulps have recieved. But I digress. As I have stated, it is not these things who feed and sedate me, the truth and saviour, who will eventually kill me and engulf my body and being into the hellfire I can see dancing and screaming, wating for me. It is another, one who is watching me so right now this thing would kill me and rip my heart right out of my chest. I cannot divulge more on this thing, which has taken the form of the mortal who shares this prison of mind with me. I cannot, I cannot tell more! Do not beg of me the information I can give to you later when I can be safe in knowing the thing is not watching me so closely! Do not scoff or mock that he does not watch me, and that he does not threaten with a glee shimmering his voice that he could destroy me at any time, but he is waiting, oh with his eyes, and looking daggers!
When I was young my mother used to tell me not to eat oranges in our bowl. She was a beautiful woman, and a goddess until the end. She saved me from the hellfire that half bore me, the death that is still shown and shimmering in my eyes. Mother, my beautiful goddess, saved me from that half. Though my vision is half known, the bloody lump that has left me saved me from him, not forever, but safe...
Bless you for reading this, though I do not know who the blessing will come from for there is neither God or any good-willed person alive to help you.
You're alluring, you know...and I know you and I shall be together, forever after you have saved me from his grasp...
He knows you, also....and he's coming.
For the simple people they were, there was no need for the terror that would be befalling them. These smiling, lost people from a different place find no qualms, just joy in the simplicities of happiness and have not sensed much loss in their small, petty livelihoods. None of them know of the mental anguish I've been through, the ripping, the tearing of flesh and the screaming in the night. Neither of them know of the anguish I might be giving to them, and how I wish to befall it on everyone of their sordid, mocking faces as they told me I was lost. These sickly sweet faces with the devil crouched deeply inside of them, their brains are addled with the pus which has become human life and drama, they know not the truth anymore.
this is why I am punished, and sent here. Telling the truth has frightened the masses of filth that are humans that I have divulged in telling, and this is why I am locked here in this, this hellhole of lies and coverings.
I am not safe here
The evil has found me here too, it is taking shape and form of not the ladies who "care" for me, vile and self obsessive as they are with their regimes of patient and nurse brutality alike, though I cannot "prove" I hear their screams at night as they are sent into isolation and beaten into a pulp as bloody and wretched as any by their superiors, though what these vile, mocking creatures with beauty stained faces do to my "peers" in here is only one and a half more of what the pulps have recieved. But I digress. As I have stated, it is not these things who feed and sedate me, the truth and saviour, who will eventually kill me and engulf my body and being into the hellfire I can see dancing and screaming, wating for me. It is another, one who is watching me so right now this thing would kill me and rip my heart right out of my chest. I cannot divulge more on this thing, which has taken the form of the mortal who shares this prison of mind with me. I cannot, I cannot tell more! Do not beg of me the information I can give to you later when I can be safe in knowing the thing is not watching me so closely! Do not scoff or mock that he does not watch me, and that he does not threaten with a glee shimmering his voice that he could destroy me at any time, but he is waiting, oh with his eyes, and looking daggers!
When I was young my mother used to tell me not to eat oranges in our bowl. She was a beautiful woman, and a goddess until the end. She saved me from the hellfire that half bore me, the death that is still shown and shimmering in my eyes. Mother, my beautiful goddess, saved me from that half. Though my vision is half known, the bloody lump that has left me saved me from him, not forever, but safe...
Bless you for reading this, though I do not know who the blessing will come from for there is neither God or any good-willed person alive to help you.
You're alluring, you know...and I know you and I shall be together, forever after you have saved me from his grasp...
He knows you, also....and he's coming.
