I felt beaten up, blood oozing out from my nose, my mouth, my ears; left lying motionless. My mind was raped over and over again. The amount of sanity and ideas being tortured out was immensely abusive. I dragged my body from one end to another, running away from the hands that tortured me under the blazing sun. My lips dried, hand full of dust, body full of dirt. I breathe hard, hard enough so that my body receive enough to pump more blood. I was hiding at the end, nursing my wounds with stained dirty cloth, when I saw a soul coming towards me. I knew very well that figure coming wasn't for salvation, but to rape my mind and torture my soul, over and over again.
