• Demonic air all around me...closing in. Laughter coming from so many directions...trying to hide but every were i go its all sad...seing death in your own eyes makes me wonder whats the point...no one is there to give you a hand...just me and myself wishing i had some one there but no one can hear my cry's for help... nobody can hear me...nobody...i hear them but they don't hear me there laughter and tourcher is killing me...only me...no one else is there to help me out in these sad demonic times...