Filler Poem:
Curse this human heart
That lives in my chest
Curse the sorrow it brings
Curse the doubt
Rid me of this conscience
That holds me back
I hate these thoughts
The ones I can't ignore
They poison me
Rotting me from the inside out
Something is broken in me
Something that can't be fixed
No one thinks like me
No one sees the things I do
It's best that they don't
They're lucky
It's unnatural
To be wonder about these things
Their minds shut them out
Allowing them to ignore the things that torture me relentlessly
It tears at my soul
And I know I can't escape it
Unless I escape myself
-Knives
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Knives
HorrorThis story centers around Knives, a sadistic killer. Throughout the "episodes" in this book, Knives often contemplates the nature of reality and what sort of meaning it should hold for him. Due to the influence of a voice in his head called Night, K...
