The endless torture.
The painless pleasure.
I grasp myself.
Trying to regain control.
I experience and learn.
In another faction of my mind.
So confused.
But everything makes perfect sense.
Can t feel the pain.
Emotional pain s so much deadlier.
Lostyou ve just been raped.
Pain. Your friends can t help you.
Why wont they help you? Another reality.
This can t be happening.
Why is this happening?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck. Are you?
Trying hard to figure out what s done.
I scramble but now I run.
The images in my head.
All the problems that I ve been fed.
Punching slowly my mind can t change the speed.
As my victims bleed.
No matter what I do or how hard I try.
I can t use my abilities.
Use my abilities.
Art of Illusion.
My razor sharp knife s edgepierces my victim s body.
But I can t take their soul.
Punching through jellostabbing not killing.
Disappointment. Discomfort.

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