What the fuck?! what in my brain has snapped, how do I begin to find my way out of this, and do I really want to?
God, thou hast forsaken me. FUCK the cruel deity you weaklings pray and hope to.
I AM REBUILT IN MY DESIGN, Shedding clean of your shackles. How hard the hurt must hit to feel it at all any more. My numbed world is comfortable. You are in danger. This place is going to burn, ash in my image, death at the heels. Weakness, and fear have hidden this strength of mine from the eyes of the world. They all watch me, as I defile sacred gifts.
What a wonderful world filled with good-byes, and too bads. I miss the happiness, I feel empty and sick, from losing all the good my life hast reaped. I shudder in disgust as I look in my mirror.
This is the new me, a monster of insignificant failures, mistakes, and regrets. Clawing and teething for fresh blood for the thirst of madness. What is this I feel, why is this what I say?
JOEL
lifender
