Diary of the Mad 4:Ventings of a Cutter

I've done it again. I have been punished again. To be left with only 2 percent of a power ment to destroy. I was blessed in her name but yet punished for her teachings. This power that i have why was it given to me. Its dark and consumes me, has caused me so much pain, voices always screaming. I've been taught that my cutting doesnt help but what do humans know do they know how it feels to feel, a pain deep inside that kills, cutting in relieves my thought of my sin to end the things that will make the flames begin. Looking into the dark all i see is me staring and waiting to be unleashed a beast prototype looking out at the moon shifting and rifting out into the cool. The air whistle and howles with the mad and shares it's pain because it too has caused enough in it's past.