“My heart is rock hard.

I’ve never allowed it to stay warm and alive.

See, I have never had anything to make it beat.

The electricity, the pulse will die out

This time, I know where I am heading.

I will go down

                   down

                           down.

That’s all I know.

And if you’re going to come after me,

be ready.

I will tear myself to shreds, withdraw myself from the world, and overall become angry.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

I c-c-can’t sh-sh-shake it.

It’s a conversation with the Devil in my head.”

“It’s the sort of feeling that makes all your body shake.

It makes you want to scream and destroy everything.

Your voice is gone, your almost out of air.

Like needles piercing your skin.

It’s boiling in your gut,

hold on, hold on.

“One, two, three, four.”

Not even that could calm the beating of my heart.

My hands are destructible

Mind is gone, no sense of right and wrong.

“One. Two. Three. Four.”

Hold. on. Let. me. go.

Give me just a second to think.

“Youwillnevercompare.Youaregone.Youaremine.Youwontmakeitthrough.Lies.Lies.

Fillyourhead.Youaregone.Youaremine.Youarenotstronger.Youareworthless.Youwil

lneverbeperfect.Lookatyou.Disgusting.Ugly.Demonsfillyourbrain.Youareours.Slicea

ndcravetheblood.Youhavenocontrol.Youaregone.Youareours.Wehaveyounow.Youa

reours.Nothingcansaveyouorstopyou.Youaregarbage.Lookatwhatyouhavedone.You

havenoone.Theywillallleave.Theywillallleaveyoutodie.Saveyourself.Youareours.Youw

illretreatfromtheworldagainbecauseyouareweakerthanever.Thistimeyouwillbedead.Re

livingthepastwilltakeyouover.Youaregone.”

I have walked into a cave that is big enough for me to walk through

but as I keep going I am now crouching over. My knees are becoming bent more.

I am on all fours crawling, and now I am on my stomach.

The cave has gotten smaller, the air more scare.

I am on my back pushing myself through this small tunnel.

I can’t do this. I can’t breathe. I am going to die.

I can’t do this. I can’t breathe. I am going to die.

Wait.. There is someone with me.

Are you trying to kill me? I can’t do this.

But I have done this before.

Listen to my voice.

You will make it through.

Listen to me.

Stay calm, and take each step one by one.

Hold on. I got you.

I am here.”

It’s a tight rope, and I am taking the chance.

Don’t look down, don’t look down. I’ve looked down.

I am walking on water,

my faith shaken and I am drowning.

I am in the cave, and I can’t breathe.

I am lost and cant find my way back.

A voice rings in my ears,

“Listen to my voice,

You will make it through.”

Maybe that’s all there is to it.

Perfect: adj. conforming absolutly to the description of definition of an ideal type.