You Don't Know, And You Will Never

"It won't work." "You think?" "Fucking right." "S-sir, this seems to be something that could be a hope with the "experiment." "I don't give a damn of what you think!" "B-but.." Blood splattered against the walls, as Dr. Noc killed the scientist, as he glared at the assistant. "Now, should we commence stage 2?" "Not yet, more torture to the being will be good to make it schizophrenic and horrible, social experiments will be what happens." Laughter filled the air, slowly rising." "The ##### will be born, the fucking annoying creature will live a long life." Tears flown vertically, as I knew I was a fool. I thought of my real name. "Jack? No, that's too old. Zack? Too modern. Andy? Perfect." I used to be scared of all the monsters lurking through cracks of the void of my nightmares. Now, the monsters have no place to hide in my restrained thoughts. They hate how I feel, look, act, and even think. The blood drips. I cry. I laugh. I scream. The ichor infects the floors, as my eyes scar through bridges of shadows invade our minds. They all sit beside me. They are motionless, smiling at me. We must smile.