The cretin

I killed my psyche to prove that I didn't succumb to the cretin, feigning innocent and strong to fight the compromised conflicts within my fugitive mind as the screaming pain dashed through my veins, turning my pure blood into a venomous one, filled with the unspeakable words. A folded mystery inside my wrecked self had turned into an unbelievable horrid myth. He unraveled the reality, covering it with lies and illusions to unfold the forsaken myth, tearing away my sanity and casted it into the nothingness, the flames of the cretin burned me when I completely became an insane creature, my mind screamed for forgiveness as the fire enveloped every part of me, sewing my soul again to be a sane formidable guardian. I listened to my screams and cries for the last time before closing the forbidden book, finding myself in the emptiness, alone and tortured, with the cretin creeping around.

Author's Note

Sorry for my English :)

Reviews

[Dust That Drifts Throug..]

This whole story is a vivid masterpiece. Although it´s short, you still made it as if you were describing a painting.

[Kira]

Thanks, I label it as a story, but actually I don't know what to name it ^^