The sixth one
The walls are closing in. All is not… My penis is but a leafy hippo.
The sunlight.
It burns.
Zoom bam shoo. I win. I win. I win. I kill.
When will the screams stop? They don't. They won't.
The warm liquid feels good as it runs down my wrists. We must.
We must. We trust the creator. He will help us in our hour of holy pain. Darkness is but a welcomed friend. Shitting in the corner my skin is raw. Dark. Dark. Death.