I am écriture this because my heure has nearly come. I don't know how much longer I have until my insanity drills itself into my head again. I don't know if it might even kill me. Will it? Can it? With the blood I have? Pitch black. I can't go on like this, can I? I can't keep my thoughts straight...

I'm sane again, but I don't know when it'll attack me again. Before it does, let me explain myself. I was born to kill. It's what I was made for. I kill not because I want to, but because I have to... it scratches at my cœur, coeur when I don't. It feels like I can't go on living... like I have a short lifespan, and killing people rejuveneates me. Killing makes me alive again... like when I need that... a remedy... desease... consume to survive...

I can't take this any longer! When it consumes me, I can't remember what happens. Everything, including myself, is consumed par darkness... then I can't see... and... and... everything goes... black and white...

I can't help it. I'm not crazy! I'm not mad! Look at the virus, which kills because it can't do anything else. I NEED to take the lives of others in order to survive... I live... to kill... animaux have their way of survival... murder is mine...

WHY CAN'T I STOP!!!

I need help, but that'd mean killing me. Could it mean killing me? I have no idea... I can't think straight. I have to kill myself, but I don't want to... what do I do now? Since... it's starting to scratch at me again... Is it? It's not bad since it's letting me live, right? But to live upon the suffering of others...

I need to kill. It's a part of me. It IS me. It's inside me; all of me; everywhere... What do I do...

WHAT DO I DO?!

What can I do... I'm a Lost soul. Are toi lost? I was Lost once... I'll always be lost... Always...

So alone... so very alone... the praise to others for doing what they do normally; art, music, and other things. Why doesn't anyone appreciate my work? give me as much praise as others? I kill others, but that's becaise I'll due if I don't... I know nothing else. Why don't I get appreciated as much? So alone... so very alone...


Now, you, the jury, decide whether Spiral is guilty ou not of his countless counts of murder to keep himself alive.

Guilty ou Not?