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Part I



I let the walls fall down around me. Walking to the door it

seems so easy. Trapped no more is the beast. I know well the

absolute hell I unleash. Fight within myself as a cry for

responsibility is ignored. Time now for this zombie to die.

All these years wasted. It could have only been greed. That

I refused to share all this pain and rage. "Here you are

Beast..." You turn and smile that sadistic smile only a

scoicopath can love. Out of joy and release I break. I cry.

You taunt me with your undying strength. "I will carry you."

I hear you say. You did it before and look at where I have

come. You have lost your touch my old friend, I came to

you...You could not offer anything more. Hatred in you eyes

now. You wish to destroy me. Ironic that I am your creator

then is it not? "Destroy me if you can." I made you, I gave

you shelter, I protected all from you. You recoil lost in

what I can only imagine is thought. You breath and taint my

soul with your archaic evil. I still cry. I am so cold. Fear

is your fire. I realize I am you. You do not see me. You are

the Beast unteatherd. Yet I continue to, and eternally will

fight. "Is it worth the price..?" you ask."It never is yet I

survive...even if I remain forever alone." "Go now and haunt

the tombs, give me breath of my own to lick and heal the

wounds." You turn and run free. "Our battle is not even

begun I shall return...You'll wish hell to swallow you

before I am done." I hear your retort, and unfalteringly say

this. "I created Hell before you even knew it was there, so

your return will never be too soon!" I sit still alone and

cold. The Beast is dead. So am I. Pain. I still live. And

the cycle shall not end.