Life is the bitch, and death is her sister, sleep is the cousin, what a fucking family picture
I have I no idea what is what anymore or who is who or when is when. Nothing makes sense
All I have are my thoughts but I am having trouble differentiating between my thoughts and reality.
Piles of decomposing corpses
They could have been innocent or evil either way it wears on one's conscious.
Who are the guards?
How are they so calm?
Are they even good?
How can people just stand on the other side of “safety” and watch while we struggle with every fiber in our bones just to continue living…no…just surviving, living implies something more something we lack.
Are we even surviving or just not dying?
What’s the difference?
Trust no one!
Is this a nightmare or reality?
We sleep and experience something totally different.
Sleep provides no rest no retreat no reprieve just more torment more mystery.
Of everything we’ve encountered death seems to be the most welcoming.
Any principles or morals one may have had before are all but gone because of this place.
Humans were hanging on butcher hooks starving to the point one was eating the others and we did nothing to stop it or help them.
Are we bad?
Maybe this is why we were put here, to suffer.
People fear the unknown, those people have never been here.
What happens if we succeed in our task what horrifying things are to follow after?
The bodies they’re everywhere. All dead.
The argus grows but doesn't know
Nothing makes sense.
How come those creatures don’t come and kill us.
We are their playthings.
Why don’t they just kill us all?
Why have they not attacked the guards?
What are they looking for?
What do they want?
How do I get out of here?
Why do the guards stay what is wrong with them?
How can they survive in such proximity to to to all this!?
Why are we not dead yet?
How are we not dead yet?
I guess I get live another day…or night. I don't know.
Nobody knows anything!