boreded so i did this anyone feel free to carry it on
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It watches...
It has no eye to watch with yet It looks on.
In fact It has no real body, yet as It watches It's cold hand plays cruel tricks. invisable lips usher screams and tormenting words so loud that the devil himself shuders at the imagry It portrays.
It watches...
It stirs the mind of the crazys, the poor tormented souls of the asylem. It regards them as toys and plays with them as It seems fit.
It watches...
A lone child sits unmoving, she can feel It's grip, she can hear It's voice, yet It does not know how to get to her.
something is changing, evolving. The girl tormenting insanity itself, the unknow child managing to control insanity.
How...
It watches...
Its existance is insanity, the screams in the night, the unknown fear, unresolveable, constant, teasing insanity. It cant be defeted by a child.
It cant think all It knows is itself, dark uncontrolable instanity. yet this girl, a small innocent child, cant be broken.
It must adapt, It has no thoughts yet It knows.
It Thinks...
The edge of insantiy (feel free to continue)
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She wonders…
An unmistakable existence, an entity lurking in the darkness and in wake – It is there, for sure, but she cannot understand what it is.
She listens…
Shuddering voices echo throughout the halls – voices coming from nowhere and everywhere, within and without her. She looks around dizzily, curious of the strangeness of, the hopeless familiarity of it.
She revels…
The madness drives her; she bathes in It in ecstasy. The screams are music; she dances to It’s beat. The fear is constant excitement; she yearns for It.
She understands…
It is desperate. It’s come to play.
She smiles…
Tricks for tricks, a clever creature, but It does not realize what’s happening.
She laughs…
…Insanity overtaking Insanity.
An unmistakable existence, an entity lurking in the darkness and in wake – It is there, for sure, but she cannot understand what it is.
She listens…
Shuddering voices echo throughout the halls – voices coming from nowhere and everywhere, within and without her. She looks around dizzily, curious of the strangeness of, the hopeless familiarity of it.
She revels…
The madness drives her; she bathes in It in ecstasy. The screams are music; she dances to It’s beat. The fear is constant excitement; she yearns for It.
She understands…
It is desperate. It’s come to play.
She smiles…
Tricks for tricks, a clever creature, but It does not realize what’s happening.
She laughs…
…Insanity overtaking Insanity.
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