Laying on the floor. Suffoating cries. Painful.
Crying without being able to let it out. I'm on my hands and knees,
but your leaving. I'm crying, I'm parazyled, I can't stand up.
It hurts too much. I can't breathe. I'm screaming for help and
you don't want to hear me. You leave. She's here, she knows
how to fix it. She's right. You know how to fix it too. So I do.
Cold blade meets hot flesh. Gone. Dead. You're sad now.
Why? You told me too. You wanted me too.
You even told me too.
Monster
