A fucked up dream(unfinished

What if the air I'm breathing was meant for someone else, the thoughts building in the back of my brain seem so far from what i know is right, a hand with knife  cutting through my neighbors face, the words pouring from my mouth are syllables  conglomerated and I have no idea what I'm saying, all around me are spirits, demons thriving the most, I'm destroying his family with each and every stroke, I can't stop the blood shed I can't control my hands, each person I fillet, and the other voice in me laughs, a spewing of Latin as I chase down his wife, I pin her in a hallway and I fuck away her life, each push of the blade makes her more grotesque, ending with me pounding its link through the back of her brain. She lays there twitching, how sweet it feels on my cock forced inside her twat, and that's when the children walk into the hallway and I can't stop. I try to end it but Igigi steps in, we are gonna fallow this thru. With a finger snap I lose sight and fall to the floor.  When I wake in the morning, the two kids are the only tormented survivors.

Stuffed into a cop car, beaten with each and every breath. I'm innocent of my actions as I was the misfortunate benefactor of being a puppet for he who has no mortal name. I don't know who to pray to to end this shame, torment and pain.