I left her for five minutes, five minutes. But I gess that's all you need... THere was no sound, no signs of a struggle just blood and entrails. What could I do appart from stare, screaming was always an option... She still had a smile of her face from that lame joke.
They all think I'm insane, but they wouldn't know. Whatever killed her, i-it breathes down my neck whenever I sit still. Everytime I close my eyes it drags me into a child's nightmare, every breeze that makes it's way through my hair drops whispers into my ears.. Everything tastes like decay, water has a metallic iron taste to it and everything smells like dust, as if it were a room lost to time destined to collect dust. Every shadow that's cast by the sun or moon smiles at me, the shadows taunt me...
Never though I'd wish for the sweet embrace of death to free me from this torment. Who's crazy now? Hehehe, not meeeee!
I won't let it use me like an old plaything. I'll end it myself there and then. No more whispers or smiles in the darkness of night. I'll be free, for freedom is life's biggest lie, death is the true freedom.
Did you know that evisceration is harder than it sounds. For one bringing an object close enough and then to plunge it into the depths of your flesh isn't even the hardest part, the hardest part is not making a mess with what's inside. It's warm and red... Hehe, you will smile with me won't you? The torment is no longer mine, it's yours.