In Pieces ProlougeI was left alone. With my hatered and the pain that was so bad it was as if all the world's pain was mine. The pain that demons fear and pity. Unbearable pain so great, I prayed for death with a smile just to get away from it. I would slaughter thousands or die a million painful deaths than live another day feeling like this. Every second stabbed my heart. Every minute cut my throat. Hours burrned my soul. Days passed, then weeks, then weeks turned into months. Three months with the unbearable tourture. I wish that if someone could kill me, do it quick.