Below The WaterlineI sink to the depths of my own demiseI seek to destroy that which i want mostI long to be part of what i never hadI scream and fall below the surfaceIf i was me, i would never grow so angry, if i was me, i would never feed the hate. If i were you, i would stand and watch, if i were you, i would never have let me go. My tears stain my hands and blind my vision, pull the trigger, the soul is left behind and the shell cracks open.The deeper i go, the further i climb, from my own despair, a never ending pit of agony and pain. Everyone hurts, everyone sees, everyone feels, but everyone is not me.Keep me swimming.....I scream and fall
Note Of A Madman - FinalMy Dearest JenniferI write to you today almost a free man, soon the doors will open, and i shall once again embrace the clanking of chains and the scrape of rusty doors in the real world.My last note to you almost feels uplifting in some way, perhaps it is the thought of sand, or swimming in the sea, or a screaming childs face.The ball and chain becomes lighter with each passing moment, i may wonder, will humanity be the sculptor of it's own demise? or will we chain ourselves up as we do so many others who simply want to make the most of what they have.It is quiet here, i can almost hear them shuffle in their sleep, it makes the suspe
Note Of A Madman - ThirdJenniferAs the soil beneath me becomes more and more stained, i can feel my senses warping to decieve me. This place is like a taint, it scolds my mind every second of the long day, working in this unimaginable nightmare is but the least of my fears.I am surrounded by the waste of society, thugs, brutes, rapists, murderers, and myself, the list goes onwards. These people all spit upon those who would be better off, the social structure sickens me. I find myself struggling to grip onto the last part of sanity i know, writing to you has helped me, although you most likely burn these letters without reading them.It's not long until im rel
Note Of A Madman - SecondMy Dearest JenniferAs i stare out of my small cell window i see only flickers of light, barely clinging to the air which surrounds them, this is rather like myself in a way. Your life has been devoted to your own cause, it shimmers through the unknown part of your life, this is the piece that we try to find, the missing part to what we are, what we were, or what we may indeed become.Have you ever watched the ground shake before your eyes? , it almost seems afraid, my every step sends a shockwave through it, almost as if i am a poison, spreading through it's veins. Perhaps you are the antidote? who knows such things, but i wish i were as o
Why not make one of your own? In photoshop or psp?
Let me know!
Looks hardcore!
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