Post by Lacey Cadavre on Dec 6, 2007 13:15:02 GMT -5
"Take a look around, Chicago... what do you see? Each and every... living, breathing, blood pumping, human being in your presence? Yes? Do you cherish... this sight? This life? What treasures you have gathered for yourself here on earth? If you don't? You should..."
"Life... it is a gift. A blessing. Not a privilege. Should you live a long, happy life? Rejoice, you have been smiled upon. If you're like me, and you're looking to live a long life of torment? Consider yourself cursed.
Two years ago... I made the ultimate mistake. Two years later... I realize my sentence. I realize my shattered existence. Each and every night, the haunting images... they keep me awake. They torture my mind and soul. I've become weary. But what I will always be...
....
Is a monster.
The gift, the blessing of life... was not mine to decide to take away... so the curse of life, I now live. The dark cloud of my existence, it follows me everywhere... looming over head, in the back of my mind... in my every action. I have... nothing... to lose. I have... nothing... to gain. I only have...
Torment...
To share.
Freedom and forgiveness from my sins... it was too much to ask.
Just as Mercy will be too much to ask... from me. Just as... a soul... love... fellowship... all are dead. All are falsified pedestals for you to view in your tainted existence. You live in ignorance to what truly is. My eyes have been opened, my soul, bearing the weight. It's presence?
Instilling in me... the danger from which my presence mere feet in front of you will alert you to. Should you believe that you are... privileged? Blessed? A King? A Queen? Untouchable?
There is always me, across from you, ready to inflict the same torture I nightly attempt to sleep through. The same torture... I take every step... bearing.
Toronto was one Lacey Cadavre that you wish you will see again.
Chicago and the World? Global Championship Wrestling? The answer is simple.
Fear me... fear for just what I will not stop doing... because mercy, a conscious, love...?
I've robbed myself of.
Test me... and see."
"Life... it is a gift. A blessing. Not a privilege. Should you live a long, happy life? Rejoice, you have been smiled upon. If you're like me, and you're looking to live a long life of torment? Consider yourself cursed.
Two years ago... I made the ultimate mistake. Two years later... I realize my sentence. I realize my shattered existence. Each and every night, the haunting images... they keep me awake. They torture my mind and soul. I've become weary. But what I will always be...
....
Is a monster.
The gift, the blessing of life... was not mine to decide to take away... so the curse of life, I now live. The dark cloud of my existence, it follows me everywhere... looming over head, in the back of my mind... in my every action. I have... nothing... to lose. I have... nothing... to gain. I only have...
Torment...
To share.
Freedom and forgiveness from my sins... it was too much to ask.
Just as Mercy will be too much to ask... from me. Just as... a soul... love... fellowship... all are dead. All are falsified pedestals for you to view in your tainted existence. You live in ignorance to what truly is. My eyes have been opened, my soul, bearing the weight. It's presence?
Instilling in me... the danger from which my presence mere feet in front of you will alert you to. Should you believe that you are... privileged? Blessed? A King? A Queen? Untouchable?
There is always me, across from you, ready to inflict the same torture I nightly attempt to sleep through. The same torture... I take every step... bearing.
Toronto was one Lacey Cadavre that you wish you will see again.
Chicago and the World? Global Championship Wrestling? The answer is simple.
Fear me... fear for just what I will not stop doing... because mercy, a conscious, love...?
I've robbed myself of.
Test me... and see."