"It tasted so sweet. Blood tasted so sweet.".

  "I once tasted it, because of this thing. The saddest portion of life is, the culprit still lives, happily, exempt of the things they have done inside of us. There are lot of us, victims, they never know how blood tasted so good, while it drips on my arms. Engulfed with hypothermia, a sudden drastic change on body temperature, while bleeding a lot. Instead of sympathy i was mocked instead. Plus the voices, inside the head tells me i will surely die, and they are happy instead. I really hope I could get my revenge. Their insult could even kill someone silently.".

  Then he stopped writing and he remember how many times he almost entered deaths door. Crawling into the ground, out of strength. You will know you are out of strength, because it will even reach so very deep, Deep to the bones. You will feel it, you will crawl, and crawl, and crawl. You will have to circulate your heart beat by your own. For it will have to stop any moment, and it is uncontrollable. " you ever felt your heart drop so very low. An organ itself drop so low. I felt it. The heart itself. You know what I did, I did gripped my fist so hard. Clinging to whatever life is, and i did it. I am still alive.".

  "Yet no one was held responsible. Then he started to write once more. "The other thing is the images inside the heads are real. There are many of us who are suffering, unheard. My hands got amputated, lost its nerve, killed some of it that are connected. To my brain, got a brain damage because of them, scums. Tasted blood, it tasted good, thought I would never ever able to write again. None were held responsible. So i wrote this as a message. "

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  " I wrote this and named it as disturb because none if you knows it exist. You will never ever know what blood is if you don't ever experienced it."

  "The saddest portion of it, they already accustomed to it. They, those who knows of this thing. You will never be the same again. I really want them to experience hades himself. Cause I feel how hades is. He is so cold. Cold of the dead. You ever been to death? I've been lot of times. Almost closed my eyes, while heart beat starts to stop. It's like tic, toc, tic toc. Death... death and death. You know when hades comes in, there's no choice but life and death. There's no reason nor words. It's just mere life and death. Plus the voices inside the head are rude, actually not just them, but those that could hear them. They would apologize, inside the head. But you know, when you encountered death, and torture and grieve you will be no longer the same. What a life. Have you ever seen Eddie brock. That is us. Their insult inside the head are unheard, not even the the voices of those who are suffering for it. That's death, hades himself.".