| People only exist for me to kill... their blood... staining my hands... JUSTIFYS MY EXISTANCE!!!! |
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| Blood can be lovely... the crimson paint that flows in our bodies... is lovely when it spills on my floor, when it stains my hand, when its on your face.
Eyes can be lovely... when they reflect your deepest fears. Like pools of water... i can see my reflection, the devil is looking straight back at me... so keep them closed.
death can be lovely... when life is cruel... when the suffering becomes too much to bear. Finely orchestrated murders, melodic screams and pleads... it gives me chills down my spine.
perhaps life would have no meaning... if there were no DEATH... the fact that one day we will cease to breathe, makes life more valuable.... maybe there is no meaning at all... and the only purpose we have is to expire. How sweet it would be... if i could silence all the noises of life... leaving nothing but a slight humming noise that would eventually drive me mad... ^_^ ah... wishful thinking. |
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| I wonder... why people do the things they do... i wonder why they try so hard at life when the only thing that awaits them... is DEATH!!!!! |
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| VICTIM OF THE WEEK....... DOSU!!!! |
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| There is someone I want to kill... Someone I'd like to bury, in a mixture of sand and blood. Someone is going to die... |
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