I GOT BORED

The Asyl has always been a damp and dark place for me. Here, I watch people come and go, here I see the Curse work its horrors on others body. I watch through my stitched eyes, I listen with my battered ears. I groan with my sown mouth. I watch as human beings turn into demons and are disposed of by the ones who see us as threats. We are the few who survied the Curse's awakening within our bodies. We struggle to keep our sanity.
But like the few who are like me, the ones who has lost our sanity and our innocence, we do not mind getting out hands stained with the blood of the ones who do not accept their Curse.
We are the Few who hope to one day rid ourselves of this Curse.
We watch day by day as more come in with their own version of the Curse that afflicts our kind.How pitiful, theses Beasts who need nourishment to keep themselves alive.  I do not need such mundane things.. only death, only the thrill of death can keep my alive. I must survive this, I want to see this world finally cleansed of this Curse.
We are the embodiment of our sins, this is our hell. I Genaht, will be the first to leave the Asyl.