Fear

Now I finally know what fear is. It's a very subtle, yet paradoxically intense feeling, capable of ripping your mind apart into wretched pieces of fuming trees. I breathe fear, it feeds on me, and I only crave more.

It's like looking beyond what you can see, trying to desperately, so deliriously... and so helplessly to get a hold on your own mental state. And of course you can only suffer the cursed whipping, like lashes of icy fire licking your eyes dry, then tearing out the cornea, the pupils, then turning the two grotesque objects into glorified images of sacrifice. They're placed on the altar and revered.

It's all very twisted, so... warped, the idea of it all. So inhumane and perverse. Fear, it is a phantom, but it evolves, my dear, effortlessly... it grows on you, and transforms into a beast capable of devouring every single bit of your wrecked psyche, like worms consuming away every flesh of that fallen guard by the decrepit, clammy little hut by the deep blue sea, while gulls soar high above the pacific waves.

But of course we need not fear the unknown, because it is only fear that causes even more fear. It is like a vicious cycle, of wanton fear spreading, an epidemic gone out of control. A measly message I delight in sending before my own ghosts take my soul; don't fear, you're a relection of your own revulsion.