Part Three
He is so close to it.
He is so close to achieving his goal.
He is weakining me.
My hope is withered.....
He will never give up.
He attacks me with words.
Words of bitterness.
Words of hate.
Words of loathing.
He will never stop.
Sometimes, I can hardly awaken.
I want to gouge out my eyes;
I want to claw at my hideous features.
It cannot be stopped.
Hope is becoming pointless.
He will never stop.
His time has come.....
Welcome to the end of me.....