• Alone in my suffering, no one stands beside me.
    They either hate me or I drove them away.
    I miss them all so much.
    Their faces in my head, voices resound in my mind.
    Insanity is what has come from this.

    My heart pines for the love of others.
    Others that only desire to hurt me.
    But what do I have left from them?
    All they have done is torn me apart,
    Broken me down, crushed my soul and spirit.
    I long to see their pain, but it never comes.

    I picture it in my head now.
    Each on of them tied to a pedastal, crying in agony.
    Being torn limb from limb, eyes being gouged out.
    Savage beasts are sent upon them, ripping open their flesh.
    Blood splatters and pools at their feet.

    I watch the limp corpses hang from their granite traps.
    Each person my enemy, each person dead.
    I let out a laugh that shakes this place.
    "No more can they hurt me." I whisper to myself.
    My insanity has trapped me here, I have no escape.