Emotional Relief

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Every ounce of my soul cringes at the sight of her and burns a thousand flames at the sight of her with you. My teeth chatter and my skin crawls with the heart-aching way your eyes wander, the thought of she and you when im not there. The thoughts of her mind wrenching voice whispering false secrets into your delicate ear. The way my nerve system seems to bend and shriek knowing you don't belong to I. I, a man left with nothing else but the countdown till the day my heart finally stops. That countdown so far from today, yet just around the corner in my mind. How I long to break her, and pull her limb from limb, only hoping the end of her will put an end to this. This crazed downfall of spontaneous emotion, some may call love. Love for a girl whom lacks in showing it back. Lacks the tender way a heart pulses for another. The warm needing-ness of your affection drives this man mad, mad to the point of quickened elderly delusions. 

Im not sure if im done with this or not. 

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The horror of that night was one that stuck with me forever. Those nightmarish eyes in the darkness, that burned through mine. That stench that was left with me forever, so overpowering, not even the strongest spices could take is place. The last laughter of my friends that rings in my ears simultaneously with there screams. The cadavers of there wretched, disfigured bodies and limbs in piles all around my trapped, shaking body. Why I wasn't one of them? I had no answer to this question then, and it has haunted my thoughts every waking and dreaming moment of my life. 
      Its been twenty-two years sense that day, yet my dreams still consist of nothing but the nightmarish pictures of the blood stained tables with the organs of the people I grew up with lined up in alphabetical order, the knifes and instruments of terror hanging from chains from the ceiling. I don't remember where I was, how I got there, how I got out or where I went when I finally escaped. The last thing I remember is screaming and crying at my decapitated and disemboweled friends and girlfriend, waiting for the thing that brought them to an end, to come back for me. Hours and hours I waited in that room, maybe even days. I assume I eventually passed out from exhaust and lack of nutrition. When I awoke I was in a hospital bed, my arms and legs strapped down. The doctors and nurses who came in every so often to check up on me, didn't say much to me, and acted as if my antagonizing demands for answers were normal and never even reached there ears. As days went by, I refrained from asking question and trying to make sense of what was going on. I grew to live with what I thought had happened, never knowing what actually went on. Instead, I now simply wait in my room with the cushioned walls for the thing to leave my mind, and return to take my remains with it.. 

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A Search Of The Paranormal

Tentacles miles long and no less then six feet thick. So huge and long, you could never see what monstrous figure they were so gruesomely attached to, jut by looking up. It would take an epic journey to find the start of those slimy, sickly things. There brains, the mounds of rigid, mossy green-like substance that flowed out the tops of there heads. The disgusting organs that gave them such superior intelligence, compared to even the greatest, most wise of the human race. There intelligence that they spend countless hours, days, and years inscribing onto parcels of paper, with detailed, alien-Esc figures and shapes, that could be assumed as letters of there alphabet. An alphabet so different and unlike any other I have ever seen or studied. Those haunting, mind boggling words and letters, that not even I could fathom as to what they said, once translated into the English language. That is what has haunted me the most. The unknown of what they could have possibly been thinking. What nightmarish things could they have been writing? What unknown intelligence or plans could they have that we know nothing of..
       This is what drove me to my studies, which left me with no answers and gave me over to poverty and madness. I was unable to make any sense of what I had seen, or convince anyone to aid me in my rigorous search. A search that took me to places in my mind that I could not escape, and led to my loss of everything and everyone. A search with no answers or conclusions. A search of the paranormal that will only one day be revealed when its time. When they have put an end to there writings, and its time to unleash there plans upon us..