My prison

A mind warped and bent by loss or love, torment or hate is a mind that all should be wary of. From within the twisted depths of such a place demons and abominations the likes of which have never been seen lurk waiting to snatch a hold of the tormented and push him farther into the depths of his own self imposed hell. I stand now within the depths of my own struggling with my demons and fighting for every inch of ground that has been ruthlessly snatched from me by beasts created of the very love I have strove so long to find. My mind my heart and my soul have been twisted and bent bound and broken.
I stand as but a fraction of what I once was and yet I am more. My hate knows no bounds and from the depths of my prison a power has arisen inside me the likes of which I had never thought possible. Do I play host to something else? Something larger than myself? Will my hate build inside me until I can no longer contain it and it bursts from me destroying all that I once loved. These are the questions that play before my mind while I sleep and as I walk endlessly through this sea of pain only the truly demented would call life.
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