Zayne1694
Just A Fucking Mess
Sanity it is a thing beyond our grasp. An illusion. What does it mean to be sane? What does it mean to harness this control of self? The voices that laugh at us, curse us and utter their disgusts..they claim sanity. Yet they won't share it with us. For we are the children created in sin, birthed into deceit and hate. We are cursed for their downfall but we can't escape the label that they have ironed upon us; nor can we escape the cage that they've thrown us into.
A school. It is an academy of lies, a prison. Into Alcatraz for the unreasonable. Insane. For we are unnecessary and unclean. We must be separated..
Children of abuse, forced into this mental instability they had no choice. Their maulable young minds tainted by the memories of childhood. Fun. What was fun? Was fun when duct-tape tore sensitive lips? Was it to feel icy water hitting your naked body as you were treated like no more than a mangy cur that needed to be broken? What was it love that demanded that her child be burned so that she wouldn't have to live with her own mistake? Circumstances molded them into the unstable beings that they are.
Children with powers that make others fear. Powers that make others lock them away so they are unable to catch their self proclaimed disease of insanity. Powers to control the uncontrollable.
Society has definitions. A herd of sheep that casted out newborn wolves.
Now these people, these children, are forced away from society. The rules are simple. Obey. To do so is to live. Those that break it..will then break themselves. The words "special" and "gift" glaze the truth.
Here in Montana lies the modern Alcatraz, our cage.
Welcome...to our hell.
A school. It is an academy of lies, a prison. Into Alcatraz for the unreasonable. Insane. For we are unnecessary and unclean. We must be separated..
Children of abuse, forced into this mental instability they had no choice. Their maulable young minds tainted by the memories of childhood. Fun. What was fun? Was fun when duct-tape tore sensitive lips? Was it to feel icy water hitting your naked body as you were treated like no more than a mangy cur that needed to be broken? What was it love that demanded that her child be burned so that she wouldn't have to live with her own mistake? Circumstances molded them into the unstable beings that they are.
Children with powers that make others fear. Powers that make others lock them away so they are unable to catch their self proclaimed disease of insanity. Powers to control the uncontrollable.
Society has definitions. A herd of sheep that casted out newborn wolves.
Now these people, these children, are forced away from society. The rules are simple. Obey. To do so is to live. Those that break it..will then break themselves. The words "special" and "gift" glaze the truth.
Here in Montana lies the modern Alcatraz, our cage.
Welcome...to our hell.