My teeth clench tightly against one another. Bone grinding upon bone, lips hungering for a crimson rain to drench my being. Trembling hands balled up into closed fists, nails like sharp claws digging into my soft flesh. Strands of hair ensnared in my grasp, pulling on my scalp as I force screams from my worn throat. My suffering persists, my affliction continues, my suffering flows through my veins. I don't think it'll ever leave me. Even if it did, what would be left.