Zero Edge's blog: "Final Draft"

The walls closed in and everything around it feels pushed and pressured like my mind is strained by the questions of the judges. Shaking, bobbing, relentlessly thrown everything away only to be brought back by the wall is applied worse, stupefying, and chilling. Horrid breathing brought by the pain. Horrid echoes brought by the fear. Horrid whispers brought by the sorrow. Horrid memories all brought forth by the end. Horrid images all brought forth by the fury. The pain as I felt it was creeping me inside and out of my body as I feel the abuse and molest. Heavy, heavy breathing as I look upon roof for mercy. I cling onto the wall hoping there would be a glimmer of hope only to find darkness at the end of the tunnel. The fear as I was crawling on my knees looking for mercy hoping it would be given on my behalf but no I am not given any instead retribution is presented as a gift from the heart. Such relentless assaults are mocked by each blow echoing the walls, deafening their level of noise causing them to be silenced by the unleashed fury running down my veins. The sorrow, oh lamentations of unnamed desire state the reason of why such abomination is raw and unspeakable. Maimed, mangled, and lacerated all these feelings of injustices must be heard only to know that they’re worth a whisper in the ear. However such contact is not transmitted or even made. such inaccuracy leads me to render its use from being protected. The end brought along the fury that raged within these walls that were thinner than blood even though it was structured as a haven only it was contradicted as a refuge for the slaughterer. Shame was brought by the lingering feeling known as the memories that I had created while I was kept in these walls. I was rendering every moment for a single breath for it was not drawn because each image was carved out by the flesh that was taken from me. Hold me, Hold me down by these chains, That I start to link by blood and water so no reproduction of limbs carved out of my body. Long lost, gone forever. These horrid images brought by the fury. These horrid memories that were told in the end. These horrid whispers based on my sorrow These horrid breathing based on my pain. These horrid echoes based on my fear.