Chapter 18:- Masochist Of Life
Patience. I got a lot, no, I got tons of it, but it isn't illimited. Like everyone, like him, like her, like you, I have my limits. Which I am starting to reach, minutes after minutes, minutes of silence.
This isn't nice. Oh, no, not nice at all. So, why? Why is there people like this in our world?
Where they made to test us? Are we the test subjects of some fucked up, bored god? If yes, then, screw you. Screw you, god. Screw you.
Because I am a masochist of life. I live, get hurt and ask for more. I long for that feeling that violently wakes me and calms me down with its serenity. I get hurt and ask for more. I refuse to accept and deny it all when the end comes close by. Yes. I am a masochist of life.
Spank me, hit, slap and bite me. Suck out all that energy and make me a zombie among zombies, so I can finally fit it.
I won't stand out, no. I won't. I will, am, the slave of my living, there, there and there.
There end is close again, so close, cover my eyes for my hands have been removed.