when i first arrived and saw him he looked the same, but he was so off. he smiled at me for the first time in years and i knew that this wasnt right. he told me if i left i would die in my brothers arms.
i wanted to scream
but i stay because i want to stop rotting.
everything hurts. shes inside my head, i feel it.
shes killing me
shes killing me
shes killing me
shes killing me
her fingers squirm though the insides of my ears
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she listens to my thoughts
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she watches me rot
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she wants me to become apart of everyone
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she calls it immortality
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i hear their flesh in the walls of my head
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i hear their flesh in the walls of my head
She calls it her patient zero.
the collection...the mass. it's her twisted view of immortality. and she wants everyone to become part of it.
to join ever lasting life.
she has isolated me, and infected me with some sort of fungus.
im seeing things, hearing things.
i know i will not last long in this state.
the last thing i will see is the photo she took of me.
and the horrible collection of bodies she created.to become apart of the amalgam is to live forever, so she says.