I wake up with the gun against my head or in my mouth. dreams get a little too out of hand sometimes.i always wondered what would happen if i left the gun loaded would it get rid of this life.
when I sleep the images behind the eyelids burn like the fames of hell
leaving the remnants of that world bleeding into this one.
the mundane human being I cannot attain. these screams of suicide are trying pull me back into hells fold ,I shouldn’t be here in the first place but humanity has such an exquisite taste.
The mortal coils are being manipulated twisted and corrupted and I’m going to enjoy it well it’s purity is strong and non adjusted. I’ve spent years crawling out of hell so I can be here with you humans,now that I’ve been here living amongst you for so long. there are some that followed and can’t do what I did
I mean it’s hard to act like one and even harder not kill in public.but the ones that followed me are going show themselves to you humans and your kind will still not believe that demons are real and living amongst you.
© Rexican