• I can hear her, her, the monster within, her heart beats like the rythm of a durm,I can hear Her Breathing ever so deeply and consitly, she lies chaned im my mind, she wants to controll my body for her own evil, and wants to devoure my sole. she toys with my mind, shattering it like a fine glass, she shatters my sole like a bullet shatters a mind. she hates the world like a woman scorned. Nigh hell have no fury like the monster woman scorned, she creapes in the darkness of a darkend hidden forbidden holy ground. within my hidden derelecs she clames home. she feeds off the darkness that seeps into my eyes, my heart, my very sole. yet no matter how i try she is there mocking me, her face coverd in a blood soaked mask, her perfiect white hair coverd in dark red flecks, her body shos no sign of inperfections with its pale white, soft skin. yet her mind, her mind is the most damgerous part of her. she is apart of me, the esscence of darkness that flows in eveyone, with out her i would not be. i can not help but feed her the darkness and for feeding her she lets me live. she has her hands wraped in and around my mind bending it and twisting it, never letting go. everyone calmes to be a deamon or some kind of monster. thay are the fariy talils monster like the orger or monster that hides under the bed. Nigh ture deamons are the ones who escape hell and live among us. deamons are angels who knowing right from wrong choose to do wrong knowing thay cannot be punished for there crimes. seeing the rath she can unleash on me and my world will send all into chaos and into the hands of the alimighty seeking help and safety in there inprisoned minds. she is the savage of me, she is the heartless of me, she is the terror of me, she is the death of me. ...and i name her Alice...shhhh...she draws close to us now....