I died, and I came back, it wasn't the first time. I can't kill it, it came back with me in the fire. It wanted into this world, it's inside of me now. It comes back at night, moves around inside of me. I kept cutting cutting until I was dead.
What is it that is inside of you?
Blackness spinning spinning. I can see its thoughts, the things that it's done. It's showing me things it's going to do. When I killed myself I think I just made it stronger.