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mental, physcologicly insane, high, dosed off of the reality behind non reality...

the truth, i am sick inside my head...

blood pumping from my heart, blood flooding in my hands...

who will stop me, my bloodlust and hunger, while i suffer in a frangelic silence, to silent to silent my voice on the edge of late screams...

to late to stop, too late to hide in the haunting shadows of all those painful memories caressing my pale, porceline cheek, grasping and taking tough hold to my throut, gaping and goring my veins...

those thoughts gently, slowly peel the layers of my skin into strips of freshly torn flesh gorging my mouth, with blooding gushing through my stomach...

on the floor, flesh and heart sprawled across the cool tile, who...

can save me now?