Of The Dark (Humanities Notebook)

by Mello193   Dec 20, 2013


I walked the door
mello says no
breathing in steady rhythms
knowing where this will go
skipping ahead
away from the start
walking around
thinking of my favorite body part
cutting down her chest
bones and muscles exposed
her screams in my ears
what I do, no one knows
my dark little hobby
of cutting people up
killing is my purpose
my life is a half empty cup
but it still has a reason in ending peoples lives
mello thinks I've gone insane

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