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"The world is constantly moving, your find sick humans, insane creatures only because the world is filled with mad people. You see if you're not somewhat crazy in the head, I'm afraid you're not human. I smile when someone yells for help, knowing there's no way to escape my cold hands. Killing someone isn't about control nor lust but the joyful scream that echo's in my hollow heart. The carefree movement of my wrist as it slashes their chest, seeking for their abandoned hearts. It's a drug that goes through my body, a rush that doesn't stop till the figure stops shouting. With blood calmly washing my sins of that day, I can truly set myself feel. I close my eyes before my head hits my cold pillow, feeling relax knowing the lifeless soul case is out there screaming to be found. Thinking of the endless blood coming from their body, their face shows no sign of desire. I enjoy the world better when people's eyes show fear, screaming that I'm wicked and twisted. Forbidden, unforgiveable crime a knife sliding through someone's skin shouting for whomever they believe in and I can't help but laugh."

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 09, 2015 ⏰

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