Piece

Gone

The days go by, I walk to my apartment, it has only been three hours after I killed that bastard. I feel nothing, there was no rush in me, just pure rage and hatred .. envy of disgust. Why and how could someone say and want to do this to someone? They are all the same, we are no different, may have not the same hearts or souls but we all live in this same cursed planet. Who the fuck are you to choose what their fates will be. Fuck you, bastard. Damn you all to hell.

I wash my knife, it is short tipped but the handler is rough, it is a beautiful knife. I paid quite a lot for it but it was worth it. Any normal knife would be a waste, they break too easily.

I put the knife to the table, it is washed clean. The blood rushes through my body. I want more.. I want to kill a serial killer.

But I don't know how to find one? 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. No longer can I control myself .. there is no useless therapist, stupid doctors .. or nurses who can tell me it's all gonna be alright. No. Not anymore not ever again.

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

I walk to my window, see the sky roud black. Is this my time to die here? Will I find my soul again, or is my heart already dead.

Next one who crosses me like that again will die. And there is not a single person on this planet, that can stop me. Put your gun to my head, and pull the trigger, I don't care. Your lives and days are numbered. And so is my time. That I spend in this accursed world, filled with insects.

Humanity huh? What a joke.