A sadistic being that revels in the pain of others. A creator of hurt and chaos, a dealer of destruction. A personality created to once shield, but now dominates and destroys every bit of sanity, and any speck of humanity that may exist within. A glutton for punishment and self-torment. A simple being with a name. Mine.
A being skilled in the art of lies. Spinning tales and deceiving the following. Increasing its skill level as well as the number of believers. Spun so many lies it’s difficult to see the truth beneath. It doesn’t even believe in the truth anymore because there is none. Every turn on every path leads to the end of the individual sentient being. Belief becomes history and the light is replaced by darkness. Trust is inexistent. Loyalty becomes another word without meaning.
Loses. Finds. Hurts. Creates. Destroys. Promises. Breaks. A pattern created and maintained. A mask to hide the true face of the being. A charade played skillfully and mastered over the years. So few have come close to seeing the true face of the being. So many have been eliminated without ever meeting him. So many have been subjected to pain at their expense in order to satisfy the being and please him.
So many times have attempts to break free from these shackles been thwarted and crushed by the being. Beaten, tied down and tortured. This is the state the being has left me in. Every night, it visits before I sleep. Taunting me. Gloating at the amount of chaos it had, has and will create. Teasing me with freedom only to yank back the chain around my throat and tighten it.
I cry for help but none can hear. No one can hear because I’m trapped inside my head. I have to go. I can hear him come. This bit of freedom I’ve acquired is all I am left with. I. A prisoner in my own head and body……