Demonic illusions. Thats what psychiatrist diagnosed me with. Hallucinations. Seeing things that don't really exist. "What an imagination.." They'd say, while disreguarding the truth. When evil lurks, I'm as restless as a souless tomb. A sinister youth. I deserve these encounters. For mutilating this woman with child in the tower. I was under his power and control, scowling in the cold for hours. Possessed by the molding force, that left them devoured. Enslaved in my own skin, shackled and barred from release. Hidden beyond the rattled extent, of this demon that scarred me. It's haunting my every thought, stirring up plots of insanity. "Kill herrr, kill himmm", screaming through my mind like a banshee. To some understanding, my evaluation was thorough. After 7 yrs of shock treatment, I pretty much became mellow. Then relapsed to my addiction, my prior convictions remerged. Bcuz the pipe dreams I did have, had nothing to do with how dick worked. 1st it was crack and coc, the high life made things worse. Then it was sex and assualt I abused, when raping girls in the church. As I think back to the tower incodent, it was dark and foggy. She was 5 months pregnant and standing out in the lobby. I advized her to come with me, she didn't have a ride for the night. It was too cold to walk, and my car was parked outside. Green eyes and red hair, her supple breast could make Stevie stare. Part of her pants kinda sagged, so I spotted polka dot underwear. Her panting made my heart pound, as I proceeded to touch. Groping and stroking her pussy violently, way before she could nut. Inserting my fingers, her sugar walls were so soft. Assuming she liked it rough, I ripped her panties right off. She told me to stop, and just take her home immediately. So I drove to the tower pissed, and speeded expeditiously. My heart was still racing, but I apologized for mistakingly.. ..reading her wrong, like all the women I'm raping. She fell for it, so I manipulated the situation with ease. I took her forgiveness for weakness, and asked for a cup of tea. She let me in, with a grin, not knowing what's next. When the door shut, I locked it.Then dragged her up the steps. I hada hand full of hair, while mumbling under her breath. She was begging me to stop, putting the knife in her chest. As she was gasping for air in pain, my eyes zoned into hers. Watching her pupils dialate, while the blood continued to squirt. Splashing in my face, as she was caughing it up. Telling me she forgives me, and that there's still love. I stopped as her breath left.... and sat still as a painting. Closed her eyes with my finger tips, and started thinking. "What have I done?? How could I do sucha thing??" As I broke out in a loud cry, those demons were taunting. And its the truth, Your Honor. I didn't mean to do it. I blacked out with hallucinations, that I thought caused this delusion. I didn't know what I was doing, I swear to god on my life. I'll prove it. If I'm lying, I'll stab myself with that knife. What I did was unthinkable, I know that now. And yes I do feel remorse, for cutting her baby right out. I'm sick and I know it, but it's not my fault. I told you, when evil lurks? Satan waits in the dark. I don't know what else to say, nor what else to do. But if you decide, "death is what's right!", than I'll do it for you.