Thursday, February 28, 2013

My Little Murder

It's not noticeable in any way, shape or form.

But I am being murdered.

I am forgetting every idea that I get. I am comprehending things less and less.

I am perceiving less.

I am thinking less.

I am less and less energetic.

A couple of years ago, someone in my head bragged about how he could subtly kill me and how no one on earth would know.

Perhaps it is working. I am a fraction of a man that I was. I am a fraction of a human.

My entire soul-mind-body matrix, against my will I am being compromised.

If I had the most important weapon in my arsenal working for me, my mind, these pieces of crap wouldn't stand a chance against me.

That's what they need to attack to succeed.

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