12:08 a.m. as I start this, don't know when I'll stop.
I want to stop. I want the world to stop.
I want it to stop and I want off this ride.
Because I don't want to keep seeing the beasts. Big, soul darkened creatures that slowly drain the world dry of life and happiness and joy... if such things still exist anymore.
And I don't want to keep seeing the demons. Not the ones of religious doctrine, but far worse, with mishapened minds that can twist another because they are jealous and will not rest until all thoughts are as ugly as their own.
I don't want to keep seeing the monsters as they tear the land through, uncaring of life, whether a human, animal, or plant. They won't stop until everything is a wasteland for their kind to breed on.
I don't want to see them anymore... because every time I do, they wear a face much like my own.
