the death desire

I rub the long shiny blade as If it was a pet to find myself talking to my mind in the mist.
Dear grotesque manner of matters I said my shiny blade give those crow black, dead as dawn , milky eyes what I see with these blind ones...
I arose with the blade in hand as if I was God, at this point I screamed make this blind boy see again with no eyes , this is only a game a game what's end starts when you begin to win just like the angel what died in the hands of a demon.
This demon felt no remours , cried tears of laughter because it knows this was the fate what it will soon share, even though he can not die not even by the hand of God because it is reality.
Written by theDaharka (charli summerscales)
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