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The walk that ended in sleep
As I walk I imagine men behind bars on either side of me they scream and howl like monkeys in a cage wanting to be out. I feel all eyes on my as they all burn an image of me in there minds to keep as a memory forever knowing this will be the last time they shall see me the unnatural tune of dead man walking suffocates me I arrive at my destination a house never to be called a home and never will be I run and take a temporary refuge in a room that they say is mine I don’t live here I only eat and sleep and drink there it just a room to me I close the door locking myself in because I hear the demons rustling within the house the she demon comes and with her the emotional distress follows she leaves but the hurt is still there I get angry but only to fall into a numb state they both come in and I feel as if there no end to this misery they will torment me to an eternity they rip at my soul I fall with intense feelings that tear me on the inside causing a slow demise only to leave me there and not finish eI lay there on the floor waiting for the pain to stop cold tears run down my face the room spend with voices taunting me haunting me they never cease to silence there cold voices could pierce a diamond with ease I give in to them I tear into my skin with my nails from my hand I feel nothing the blood flows out easier with the deeper I dig in now the voices are satisfy the lull down and become a whisper but they are always still there time just pass by me I drift into a sleep only but this time I will stay asleep
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