Whatever’s inside me continues to grow, bubbling to the surface, irritating the skin that holds it back, a barrier toward this unholy plague.

As it continues to boil within, pressure building, reaching my mind infecting my thoughts bringing controversy to my eyes while rooting conflict in my heart.

A conflict that in which binds marionette strings to my very soul, tying my wrists forcing me to jive to this realms dreadful melody referred to as life. Yet I continue in faith, but I remain to question it, why not just quite end it?

Weather I suspend my mortal form and drain its vital waters or obliterate this temple with the raw energy of my sheer will to do so and meet death.

But will I hurt my mother once more for she faced the pain of bringing me into this world, she shall face it once more when I take myself out.

The untainted virgin babe in the womb unknowing the fate I shall face, drowning in the tears of the masses that support me even now. These conundrums continue to corrode my consciousness yet to take a life...even my own, there is always a price someone will have o pay, bare the scars...remember the name.