These thoughts are not for the faint of heart

Kill them,

Watch as they plunge head first into a sea of concrete.

Maybe they were given to me for a reason

So no one else would have to think such cruel things

Harbored in a body, strong enough to handle them,

To contain them

Possibly

They were a gift. Not from above but the depths below

Sent to be a test of...what?

Worthiness? Fear?

Because I fear them you know

Speak! Show me a sign!

Tell me what you want from me and I'll do it!

Would you like me to scream to the heavens at the top of
my lungs?

Speak, tell me and I will act.

Silence. Nothing but painful silence from the creator

But my mind still screams on...and on...
Louder...and louder...

Until maybe, just maybe it will drive itself insane

Then what's left?

If two half's meet and decide to break?

Nothingness. And that's what I want.

Right?

Right.