Why must these entities of murder
and blood lust come back to haunt
Me? Have I done something to once again suffer the emotional blood bath
that I once knew to be my escape? Or,
is it the knowledge of what death will bring to us all, suffering in this life only for more to come at lifes part with us?
As I close my eyes, the monotony of my inundateing life causes a massacre within my soul of which can scantly be put into words. I myself have yet to perceive the utter emotion of which causes this surpassingly horific civil war inside me. And thus I shall be dammed for all of the obscene thoughts in my head.