I can't take it anymore. The thoughts in my mind are consuming me, driving me to the edge of sanity. Every day feels like a battle, a struggle against the darkness that threatens to engulf me completely.
They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. But for me, it's burning hot with rage and fury. I want to make them pay for what they've done to me, for the pain and suffering they've caused.
The voices in my head whisper dark thoughts, urging me on towards violence and destruction. They tell me that only by taking their lives will I find peace and closure.
But deep down, I know that this path leads nowhere but more darkness and despair. Killing them won't bring back what was taken from me or heal the wounds in my heart.
Yet still, the desire burns within me like a raging fire, threatening to consume everything in its path. It's hard to resist when every fiber of my being screams out for vengeance.
I try to hold onto whatever shreds of humanity are left within me, clinging desperately to the belief that there must be another way out of this abyss of hatred and pain.
But as each day passes by without any sign of resolution or justice, I feel myself slipping further into madness. The line between reality and fantasy blurs until all I can see is red - blood-red - staining everything around me.
So here I stand at a crossroads between light and darkness; between forgiveness and retribution; between life...and death.