...






Alone.





I live alone.

No one near to hear me scream.
No one there to end my fears.



Shaking, I cry for help.





Help!
Help!


Echoes are the only thing I hear.
Echoes of my twisted mind
reminding me I'm empty.
I'm useless.
I fail time and time again.

I can't get out.



Help!
Help!



The sound fades out into my emptiness.


Wicked, ghastly images dance before me.
Creatures with thin, long bodies scratch my flesh with their blade-like fingers.

Bleeding and psychotic I lay,
motionless.

They dance.
They laugh.
They find pleasure in my pain.

My sanity leaking out through my pores.
My senses **** as I can only whisper once again...




*help