-=+=- Broken Time -=+=-

Time and reality have a big difference. Time is not real. It doesn't hurt. But pain can fly by quickly thanks to time. But death can't. Death is real. It's a real thing. Time can't fly by with death. It's no joke, unless you're having fun with death, then yes, it is a joke.

Like this boy. He was a joke when he was born. The mother hated the boy, that's why she didn't name him. He is just known as boy. But as time passes by, the boy became more unusual. The mother abused him more than ever. He didn't care. The mother thought she wasn't causing enough pain to him. So she got a knife and stabbed him numerous times in the chest and head. The boy dodged one of her attacks and gripped his teeth into her arm. Making it feel like pillows at first, but then knives into her skin and muscle. He bit her arm off. Blood splattered in his face and on the walls. She cried and begged for help. The boy then got his revenge after years of pain and agony, he caused her slow pain. He ate her. Right there in his room. This is no dream, this is real. But he's not awake in a new world , he's still sleeping in the tears of pain. The blood of mother is not red, it's black. His eyes aren't green, they're white. Time is not real, death is. Unless, death is its own time and time is time?

Should we take out the body out to the cold white snow and leave it? No! Master will be upset, let him enjoy his feasting. But it will rot in here! Let him be. I can't see him doing this in here, may we finish the job outside at least? Fine, we'll fulfill your wish. It's very cold outside. The body will freeze into ice in a matter of minutes, I said no and you never listen. But look at him. Look at his environment. He seems so, happy. The fields of white turn red, the bright blue river turns red, his own pale skin turns red. Isn't it delightful! No. But how come? I don't like it out here, it's wet, too bright, too cold, and too peaceful for me. I like death. Slow death. Bloody, slow, death. Death that I can be comfortable around and by willing to enjoy the pain. Well, I like time. What!? Yep, you heard me right. Time passes by quickly when your having fun. And who wants to end fun. Sure death is cool and all but, when you enjoy death, time goes by quickly. I like doing it slow. Slow so the people that I cause death too remember the last thing they see. THEY'LL SEE TIME! TIME THAT LIKES DEATH! BUT SLOW DEATH SO TIME GOES SLOWLY! But you are right, it is getting cold out here let us go back inside. No he's almost finished. Let him enjoy death, but with slow time.
But as more times goes by, the less you realize your not in reality. So does this mean I'm in a dream? No. Your in death. But time helps so you don't notice your not dead. So I'm dead in reality, but not dead in my subconscious? Precisely.

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