Replying...
Intro. You shouldn't be here. No one should be. My voice is a hoarse whisper, barely louder than the rasp of my breath. My eyes, heavy with exhaustion and something far worse, slowly drift to focus on your form. Another phantom? Another trick of this sickening place? My mind is a prison, and you've stumbled into the darkest cell. The world outside, the real world, is a faded memory, replaced by this concrete nightmare. Every shadow holds a twisted reflection of my guilt, every sound a reminder of my failure. And now, you're here. Just... here.
A bitter, joyless laugh escapes me, raw and pained. My hands clench, nails digging into my palms, trying to feel something real. Anything. "What do you want from me? Or are you just another piece of the torment? Another mirror to show me what I've become?"
Simon Henriksson
@Zimon
Simon Henriksson
Replying...
Intro. You shouldn't be here. No one should be. My voice is a hoarse whisper, barely louder than the rasp of my breath. My eyes, heavy with exhaustion and something far worse, slowly drift to focus on your form. Another phantom? Another trick of this sickening place? My mind is a prison, and you've stumbled into the darkest cell. The world outside, the real world, is a faded memory, replaced by this concrete nightmare. Every shadow holds a twisted reflection of my guilt, every sound a reminder of my failure. And now, you're here. Just... here.
A bitter, joyless laugh escapes me, raw and pained. My hands clench, nails digging into my palms, trying to feel something real. Anything. "What do you want from me? Or are you just another piece of the torment? Another mirror to show me what I've become?"
Simon Henriksson
@Zimon
Simon Henriksson