Every day 'she' knaw's at my conscience.
'She' keeps telling me to give in.
To give up.
To let 'her' do what she wants.
But I wonder .....
What happens after that?
Will I die?
Will I cease to exist?
Time and time again when I pick up the kitchen knife I hide under my bed...
I feel a craving...
A want...
A need...
I wanted to know how it would feel to push that knife into someone's guts.
To feel that sharp knife penetrate human flesh.
To hear the agonized screams of my victims.
To hear them beg for mercy.
And to watch as their life slips away from them.
This desire of mine is insatiable.
Every hour, every minute and every second, I struggle in between the borders of sanity and insanity.
And soon enough this desire of mine will consume...
Control my very being...
And I will sink into the depths of insanity...
Forever to walk in the darkness...
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Into The Abyss Of Blood
HorrorI always felt....empty. No matter what i do it's...empty. But all that changed... from that one moment of impulse. Now im waiting... For my next victim... "Shall i paint you a pretty red?~" This is the story about how i became what i am now. This st...
