I have been fucking crazy for so long that I can't even remember what it feels like to be sane. But I have started to like it because it is what I'm used to. I have learned to wrap lunacy in my arms and give it a hug. I wouldn't welcome sanity back now. If it came knocking at my door I'd tell it to go away.
I fucking killed him. You should have seen the blood. I know you would've loved it. That's why I did it. It was all for you. And now I have taken over his identity.
As soon as your journey on this Earth is over you are going to be in the burning, rotting pits of Hell begging for mercy. But instead of mercy, all you will have is a throat full of fire that will never stop burning. You will try to scream but your vocal cords will be burned away so you cannot....until the demons make them grow back so they can do it again.
Someone help me get the demon out of me. I want to be in control of my own thoughts, my own actions and words. I beg for the exorcism. Will you please call a priest?
