What do you call this? Am I lying to myself? This MONSTROSITY feelings inside of me building up again. Morphing myself into a tool, Diffusing myself into this fake clear water. Degenerating the quality of my life, mentally, physically and ever morally. Shooting off at high speed which can break the sound barrel but with a material so strong tied around my body, chaining me up pulling me back and crashing into the walls, Drowning in the middle of arctic, So freezing that my heart froze. Cold hearted and fragile at the same time with just a flick of a finger it can break into a million pieces. Shattered all around, end up hurting people around who tried to get close, blood will soon be covered around me. Thus a pool of blood and pieces of my shattered hearts is just what you need to summon a demon. As they crawl out from the summoning circle, not only they crawl into me and kill me from the inside, but also killing me from the outside.