It's Finding Me

This... This was out of bredom and sad music.
It's part of Hysteria.


It hurts. It hurts more than anything I have ever felt in my life. My enemy watching my blood soaked body, twitching and snarling. There’s no fight on the outside. All my thoughts are like a war broken out. What do I really want?

All my friends are gone. Dead. I’m alone, so what is there to fight for?
What should I wait for after this? What comes next?
The fight inside is finding me and tearing me apart.
A lust for power, yet a need for belonging.
I die and I’m happy, I live and I want to die.
If I die, this world will end with many others.
What the hell do you want me to do?
What the hell am I supposed to do?
I can’t take it… It hurts too much.
Make it stop.
Please.
It’s breaking me.

I can feel myself rising up, tail flickering, eyes closed, and ears flat. All I need to do is stop one living things breathe to save a million others. I won’t fail, I won’t let him win. All I need is to stop this.
“Feeling strong?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then leave me.”
“How can you speak if your throat is torn out?”
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