I started a kinda poemy kinda story..ie thing and I wanted people to finish and reblog it.

If you like it, make it your own thing.

I tried to convey a story of a possesion of a man who killes himself, with a knife(cuz thats more hardcore than a gun), and winds up in hell.

Feel free to change up any of the intro, after all its your version, just try to make it connected enough for other people to see its part of one story line.

Here’s the Intro

Hypocritical self-indulging manifestations of depression and fits of rage that only a manic can appreciate

This thing has me fighting for air, without a care for me locked in this cage, waiting for a mandate

Send me permission, O dark parasitic cynic, to free my own tongue and express the truth

He’s hurting everyone, actuation via their pain, watching the tears is driving me insane

The gravity of my situation has crushing effects on my mind and to my loved ones I am blind

So when will they see that who they see isn’t me, but a scap goat of an external shell.

Straight from the gate of hell in a fiery burst that did curse my life and now this knife has ended the strife

Finally I see him.

Twisted smirk as he walks me down this twisted street, I can feel the heat, I look to my feet to see this street isn’t made from brick or stone but flesh and bone.

I am alone and on my own, this is my home. What happen to this drone of a demon walking with me?

Even his disturbed image made from torn and singed flesh hanging loosely over a dirty dark skull gave me comfort in the formable place.

Parts of people flinching like a headless cockroach and fear grips my soul and I make my approach

Near the edge of my mind the sound of cries suffocated the soft stalker behind me more present to me was the monstrosity I could see