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Isn’t life good
I crept into the
clearing. I saw
them lying there.
She sat across
his waist, while
he played with
her hair. Why I
was filled with
rage, I just will
never know. So
now the voices claw at me, I try but cannot go.
I have to feed the monster, the need has to be
met. So I must feed upon them lest I forget.
With every slice of my blade, I feel a debt has
been paid. I hope the demons find peace, as I
bask in the release. It feels too damn good to
kill. Adrenaline
at full tilt. Into
the dumpster
they thud, as I
finish the blood.
Isn’t life good?
clearing. I saw
them lying there.
She sat across
his waist, while
he played with
her hair. Why I
was filled with
rage, I just will
never know. So
now the voices claw at me, I try but cannot go.
I have to feed the monster, the need has to be
met. So I must feed upon them lest I forget.
With every slice of my blade, I feel a debt has
been paid. I hope the demons find peace, as I
bask in the release. It feels too damn good to
kill. Adrenaline
at full tilt. Into
the dumpster
they thud, as I
finish the blood.
Isn’t life good?
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