Нас не догонят

In Silent Hill there are these children creatures that burn and want to climb on you, rip their tiny hands through your soft subtle skin and corrupt it more then any mass industry could ask for. They'd make you a monster. They'd kill you and make you a monster just like them. The idea of a child, a creature of innocence doing such devilish deeds is a unthinkable thought, right? How can a child who is so delicate do such to someone who has gone through life as rough and cruel as it is presented?

Well you see there's this beast that has been digging her hands into my flesh for the past 3 years. Making me hate, making me cruel and corrupt. Letting my paranoia turn into the fluid Bane is given to make him from a gentle loving man to a creature of destruction. She is killing me, turning me into a creature like her. Though few see the same image of her I see, as though they are still in the world that an unhappy girl created. I hate how I feel I'm fighting for my sanity and life. Trying to avoid her claws digging into me. I want her to let go and I want the world to stop with it's sick ways. I want her to have been some allusion my mind created. But yet everyday when I wake up I re-enter this world where my mind corrupts. Afterwards I turn against those I love. Spitting out hate and being nearly rabid. I don't want to be this wild creature, beaten and scared by man. Raging against those I love all because of the disease, the infection her claws insert into my skin.

I'd prefer if I could live life with her invisible. If anything I would prefer if she ceased to exist.