@Adam34carter

A Twisted Mind — Horror Of Neglect and Schizophrenia The blade sings like an old lullaby, It's cold silver whispering a story of torture. "Do it," it hums, a voice that isn’t mine, yet always has been. gliding through the fragile skin, flesh yielding like paper torn by cruel hands. The man screams, but it's useless. No one is there to hear him, Just like a voice lost in an ocean of silence. his blood spilling like forgotten ink on a page too scarred to write. The room, red…