Remorse?
There are faces people hide—ugly, twisted, and dark. Society may refuse to see them, friends may overlook them, and family may turn a blind eye. But deep down, the person knows. No mask can fool the mirror, and no lie can deceive God.
A person knows what they are capable of—the depths they can sink to, the lines they can cross. But when all limits shatter, when humanity crumbles into dust, what remains is something unrecognizable. A force without restraint. A mind unchained. Insanity
And insanity, once unleashed, does not return to its cage. It does not negotiate. It only grows, consumes, and devours. The world around him is no longer safe. There is no reasoning, no redemption—only one path left: to end it before it’s too late.
But here’s the paradox—what if there was never a reason? No purpose, no motive, no grand design. Just a restless cycle of meaningless beginnings and empty ends. A hollow existence, moving from one pointless act to another, chasing something that was never there.
And so it continues. Again and again. Until death finally breaks the loop.
( Been almost 1.5 years, every post portrays incidents wrapped in my words.)
There are faces people hide—ugly, twisted, and dark. Society may refuse to see them, friends may overlook them, and family may turn a blind eye. But deep down, the person knows. No mask can fool the mirror, and no lie can deceive God.
A person knows what they are capable of—the depths they can sink to, the lines they can cross. But when all limits shatter, when humanity crumbles into dust, what remains is something unrecognizable. A force without restraint. A mind unchained. Insanity
And insanity, once unleashed, does not return to its cage. It does not negotiate. It only grows, consumes, and devours. The world around him is no longer safe. There is no reasoning, no redemption—only one path left: to end it before it’s too late.
But here’s the paradox—what if there was never a reason? No purpose, no motive, no grand design. Just a restless cycle of meaningless beginnings and empty ends. A hollow existence, moving from one pointless act to another, chasing something that was never there.
And so it continues. Again and again. Until death finally breaks the loop.
( Been almost 1.5 years, every post portrays incidents wrapped in my words.)