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