i am beaten. i have lost all hopes. only one thing can save me from this misery and thats death i have heard the cries of hell the weeping of remorse. i have been there when times were fatal i am a witness to this tragedy it runs through my mind like a bat out of hell. its becoming one with me. its hurting. it posseses my mind,body and soul. as i grieve and as i cry. these thoughts become worse. i feel vulnerable to all kinds of malficent prophecies. i cannot wake it as it sleeps in my mind. i cannot battle it for it dosent exist. is this real or is it all a dream. a dream that seems so real.