There is not much I can do, there is not much time. I feel the beast breathing down my neck. There is nothing I can do, I haven't any time. The beast is without mercy. His breath is hot and his drool is slimy. Why is there no other way? I have no chance. My fragile being will be broken like a tooth after much decay. It will crack and then begin to turn into a pile of yellow slightly wet toothy slime. The beast is circling and there is no chance. I have lost myself in a place where none can hear me.

Someday maybe they will find my corpse….or what's left of it. They will say, what happened here? Completely unaware of what happened to me, and what will soon happen to them. If only I could help myself, help them. I pushed myself to every extreme to escape a living cage and now here I am waiting for it to happen. It, will at some point. Those who follow in my footsteps, will fall for the same trick, continue down the same path of horrible deathly and morbid folly.

Well, I guess this is the end. The beast is closer than ever. So much for that dream I had. So much for that life full of friends and family I had. The beast is closer than ever.

It has consumed me.

I am the beast.