posted on Nov, 21 2012 @ 09:11 PM
They... They torment me. They torment me as they torment themselves. They hate me with every ounce of their being. They've taken it, taken it all
away. Taken my home, taken my transportation, my food, my friends and family. They've taken it all away they did, but they can't have what they
want. They want my life, but they cannot have it unless I give it. They took it all away and said I could have it all back if only I would give them
my life. Keep it all ya filthy bastards, my life belongs to me!
And after all the pain they bring. I'd still save their life.
If you ever run into one... Water, it reflects their true image to which they shriek and run away. The strong ones, they don't run. They drink it,
the holy water, and it changes them profoundly. The water, it bears with it the power to raise the dead, but they must drink it.
Near the beginning, right around the time they took it all... They tried to take one other from me. I loved her so. I held on, they pulled and
pulled and I held on so tight, but the tighter I held on the more she slipped away. When I let go... She turned and took a sip from the cup. They
still try to take her, they try to take me too, but they can't, we both have sight now and we can see them.
There is another that I love, I love her so very much. They took her a very long time ago. I leave a goblet of water on my door step every day and
every night hoping that she might come take a sip...
edit on 21-11-2012 by Symbiot because: (no reason given)