The Family illness part 2

Shivers of pleasure run through him, waves of temptation flood inside him so quickly he is off again without reason, without full comprehension of what has taken place. The people of the city surround him, the screams of the women and children are so loud and distorted, just like the face of the monster. His face is a smile, demented and crazed. One big happy look of satisfaction.
All for nothing. All for something.
The feeling of never having to cry again. The feeling of the prison guards taking him down into isolation after yet another lashing out on his fellow inmates.
The blood is everywhere, his shirt is stained with the love of his family.
She lays in shambles, no longer able to tread water, as her legs are gone from the body. Removed. Torn away. Disgusting. That's what they think of him, that's what he's brought upon himself. He runs. He falls. He weeps. He regains his balance to recognize what he has done. What he has seen.
His baby girl huddled over her dead mother.
His eldest daughter in shreds.
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Complete. He is not complete now.
Not these days.
Rotting away behind thick bricks.
Unable to feel
Unable to touch
Everyday, another sloppy mess he calls a meal.
Throbbing pains shooting up and down his body.
Every day withstanding the brutal torture.
What he deserves. What he's earned.

open your eyes.