(Tuesday, April 05, 2005)
he barely feels like a god, immortal but yet he prays for death to collect him. he had a lifetime of pain and suffering. they summoned him from his dungeon and he was tied on a cross in the torture chamber. on the wall, lies a massive achieve of torment mechanism which feast on his flesh and blood. they were engineered new sort of pain since last time he was there. yet, he wasn't terrified. after thousand of years, he almost grew fond to the torture, he knew it's for the good of mankind.
the pain only registered a few miliseconds after it multilated his spine apart. he didn't see it coming. it stings so bitterly, he neither could breath or move, small price to pay for immortality. they rubbed the blood of werewolves onto the wound, and the maimed gradually skin sew itself back together, only fade blood stains are visible on the surface in the end.
the bead of tear from his eyes were collected in a wooden mug. the bitter teardrop is enough to sustain humans with heavy rain for days. he prays to be doomed as a pathetic mortal every moment of his undying existance
8:14 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
