The Pitfalls of a Weakened Will
Some of us had no idea if an end to the cycle was even possible while it still coursed our veins.
Elm Street Horror
Cutting straight to the point as straight as cutting to a point could be. I slipped from somewhere in the average ranges to near insanity. Days were spent barely conscious yet awake and moving about. Sometimes my skin would burn, my body reeked like sewage, the inside of my mouth would be covered in mini cuts, and I was nearly positive that my heart and my lungs had been taking excessive breaks from work. The most heinous seal of the slow horrifying transformation was the dilapidation of my core muscles and the flabby mass that now hung where a once flatly formed tummy had been. Surely my eyes were also sunk in some, but it varied from using to using how much. Trademarked battle flags for the pirated ship that was my life to fly on it's way to greater plunder.