IMPULSE WRITING: i loved the beast i just killed.

he has the most ugliest features i have ever seen in my entire life... but he cured me from the sickness that the world has been infested and manipulated by it powerfully like a lion playing with the mouse before devouring it. he let me saw the precious jewels and gems i posessed so long ago and yet never acknowledged it were there gleaming as the stars in the cold dark night. the beast made me feel the warmth of the sun, see the astounding colors of the rainbow, taste food like ive never eaten anything as good as it were. he gave me everything i needed and wanted deeply. and yet i scourged him in the cross as merciless a person can be to a supposed monster that has been killing and taking everything it favored on its way. i stabbed him and let him bleed, watching it intently. i am writing this journal to let everyone know that i am the real beast, that i must be the one in that cross to suffer for the unimaginable things i have done to the most kind angel that helped me get up when i stumbled. i denied him... let these tears run dry from my eyes, this heart be crushed by guilt til i feel nothing. let me be hanged in the market for everyone to see how a monster i became. i killed the one that gave new meaning to my life... now my life has no value at all. nothing at all.