Freedom, but not mine, but to the people who have held me hostage all my life, they have chained me in a perpetual state of apathy and solitude, have twisted my best moments on this earth in imperfect memories that only break more and more, have created incorrigible routes for any joy that I felt, they slipped into dopamine while my delirium gave them deafening laughter, their search for their psychopathic and sickly side always brought them to me like flies to practice their divine power of continuous torment and eviscerating torture, until they made me walk crooked aimless, like a broken man. I want them to feel it, I want them to know that nothing that they did it have gone away, it only took up more and more space and never left, with overwhelming repercussions on what already existed but is no longer here, I want their blood.