Deathly freedom:
Murder!
An ocean of cold blood.
Dead bodies, broken windows, dull eyes staring at nothing. Endless emptiness, it is painless and timeless.
The knife still stuck in the chest, the gun laying on the floor.
The art of killing, the need of control and power.
The killer still locked up in the system.
Freedom and security, a combination of chaos.
Killing created a feeling called freedom.
The world is complex, art is complex and so is murder.
Nothing is as it seems.
