Let's do some automatic writing, click to begin exercise... Death. Something I had obsessed over for quite sometime. Blood, something I constantly crave, be it my own or someone else's. Animalistic urges that build and build inside of me. I am a cup quivering on the edge of my sanity. I have this seething pit of rage, something that I hide really well. It scares me. I am a monster. Mutated through out the years. A flesh eating contagion, Masked behind a pretty face. I am feral, rabid beast. Pet me right and i shall purrr for you.. I fear myself. There are a million aspects to my personality. Its hard to bring them all to light. Close your eyes and you shall see. I am being followed. A black mass that eats the darkness around it. Something sinister. It beckons me. Whispering in my ear, calling my name. Jennifer... Jennifer, come home. My hair stands on end, my heart skips a few beats. Its always been with me. I've opened a door that cannot be shut. Being chased down dark corridors. I shriek at the top of my lungs, but I am forbidden to make a sound. It has a name. Causes pain. Something I hide behind. I am a masochistic slave. Beaten with rusty chains. My skin splits, small rivlets of blood stain the floor, making crimson pools. To proud to whimper I lie there battered beyond recognition. I have a sick sense of humor. Laughter bubbles up. And I am free..