• As I stare into the bloody eyes of death,a cause meant to happen, a cause meant by me. I look in to the slits of horror, the slits i cause to my whole family horror.
    As I stare at the swirling dizziness in the monsters pupil, i am swirling down to hell. As a scream into the monters oval eye, it is not the monster causing the terror, but me. it is not the monsters bloody eyes that has that cause, but my eyes. It is not the slits of horror that causes my family horror, but my own. It is not the monsters swirlling pupil that sends me to hell, it is the knife I have to my chest, that sends me down to hell. i realese the the tip of the knife from my heaving cheast and sit down and cry... I realise, I am the monster...