They took everything.
How does it feel to kill someone and live?
How does it feel to be alive being dead?
It must be painful. It must be excruciating. The pain, the anguish, the hurt. It becomes unbearable.
How does it feel to be wanting to scream but cannot?
Because the throat is strangulated.
How does it feel to be wanting to breathe but cannot?
Because the lungs are collapsing with the pressure.
How does it feel to be wanting to bleed but cannot?
Because the blade that pierced, neither move nor can be removed.
How does it feel to die without dying?
How does it feel to live without living?
But they made me...
I am living with it. I will live with it.
Because there is no other way for me.
I cannot breath
I cannot speak
I cannot rip my heart
I cannot remove that sword
Because I want to remember...
The voices that echo
The screams that roar
The nightmares that lurks
The faces that haunt
The memories that burn
The truth that hurts
I cannot live. I cannot die
I did and they paid
I sowed and they reaped
I slit and they bled
Until then... I just cannot.
There is nothing but one thing.
Thoughts; keeping me sane
Thought; keeping me alive
Thoughts; becoming my drive
Their nightmares will tear them. Their screams will bleed them. Their reflection will haunt them. Their memories will char them.
Their recapitulation will be admonitory.
There is nothing for me and there won’t be. They took it all away. Now, it’s my turn.
They took my freedom
I will take their Everything.
They will know the meaning of killing someone’s fear.
I will have my revenge.