It's all smiles and laughs, until someone is murdered. Crushed beneath my sticky fingers, all for the glory of God.
My insides are hemorrhaging with stress, fear, and anger, but the buck doesn't stop there though. All of these feelings are being crushed with the crippling weight of anxiety.
It pins down a slice of depression that's constantly suppressing and scaring away any sense of creativity.
While it feels good to let these emotions out, I fear the tumor inside my stomach is growing. Even at this very second, I feel it writhing around in my belly like an unwelcome organism. It's telling me to feed.
I've only ever fallen once.
It was sometime long ago.
I was lost and afraid, stumbling through a park during bewitching hours. I feared the sun would never come up, and my unwelcome friend would burst out of my chest finish me off, so I gave into the darkness and depravity.
I blacked out and awoke to a wounded animal. My hands were covered in blood and some had smeared across my face. I can still taste the salty bitterness on my lips.
It was the single most embarassing and terrifying moment of my life.
The demon was appeased, but is starting to collect its strength and summon me to satisfy its blood lust.
Lord help me appease this beast.
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