• I was still wondering if the dreams were a sign. A sign that is supposed to make me feel like hell is entering my mind. I am slowly crippling away at my own thoughts. When the man appears in my nightmare's I wake up sweating wondering who this man is supposed to be. Satan? Maybe it's me... I was never a good kid. I was given the nickname "Nightmare" Because I was a nightmare to the world. I was harming those around me. The song Sweet Dreams will never occur for me. I never have had a sweet dream in years. I know that there is a spot in hell waiting for me.
    Death has stared me in the face many times. But some how I have managed to avoid death by thinking about god. Demons are in my mind. The thoughts that run through my head are insane. I have always been told to keep an open mind. But my mind is only open when insanity is filling the world.
    But who knows maybe hell is waiting for me. The Devil is eagerly waiting for me to just fall right into hell. Now i ask you, is life really worth living?