Piece

Gone

It is a next day, and hours go by me like I were in a fever dream, and now, I am on my way back to my apartment, and it has only been just three hours after I killed that fucking dumbass bastard. And I feel nothing at all, there was no real rush in me, but just pure rage and utter hatred .. and an envy of real disgust. Why and how could someone say, and want to do that to someone? Because we are all the same, and we are no different, and we may have not the same hearts or souls, but we all live in this same fucking cursed ass planet. So who the fuck are you to choose what their fates will be. Fuck you, you worthless fucking dumb bastard. I will damn you all to hell.

After I talked to myself inside of my mind again instead of finding another shit face and talk to them before I murder them, I wash my knife in a warm running water under my kitchen sink, my knife is slightly short tipped but its handle is really rough, and its pure black, in just the exact way that I like it, with a nice shiny gray finish on its blade, it is a gorgeous and beautiful knife. And I paid quite a lot for it, but it was all worth it. Because any normal knife would be a waste, because they break way too easily.

After I am done washing my knife and yapping inside my head about it, I take my soft kitchen cloth on my right side of my kitchen table and I dry my knife with my soft cloth and it only takes a one single swipe and its dry already and I put my knife right onto my table behind of me, and it has been washed completely clean with not even my hand print on it anymore. And then my blood rushes through my entire body. And I want more.. And I really want to kill a serial killer.

But I don't really know how to even find one. And if my fate is to kill others, who want to harm, hurt, and kill others .. so be it. But this .. is not my fate, no .. this is what has happened to me. And I can no longer control myself .. and there are no more useless therapists, and stupid doctors .. or nurses who can tell me that it is all going to be alright. No. Not anymore, and not ever again.

Their lies, and their mouths filled with deception. And for what? Just for a buck? Maybe I should kill them all too. Like I have wanted to kill everyone else in my entire life. But I never followed through it, but now? I will.

After my another merciless thinking, I walk to my front window, and I see sky go black. Is this my time to die here? And will I find my soul again? Or is my heart already dead?

Next fucker who crosses me like that again, will die. And there is not a single person on this entire fucking planet, that can stop me. And you can put your own gun right onto my forehead, and then pull the trigger, and I don't care. Because your very lives and last days are numbered. And so is my own time. That I have spend in this fucking accursed world, filled with nothing but insects.

Humanity huh? What a fucking joke.