I saw my self consciousness fading, it was like my angels and devils were debating. For this purpose I cant figure out, what their language is all about. These words were so powerful that they made me disappear, even though i did awaken, I woke up wearing nothing but cashmere. In my mind i was living like an angel, in my soul i was living in hell. The anger tortured me in every way possible. EVERYBODY GET OUT OF HERE, I shouted! They all are gone so now i can have my fun, its all accounted for. From all this craziness in my head i just wanted to be dead. Something urged me into the kitchen, something lured me to the drawer, then all of the sudden a knife fell onto the floor. I couldn't do anything but stare at the knife, then i got the idea this is able to take a life. I drove into town with terror in my eyes and the knife in my hand. Walking into the bar I thought of something I couldn't understand? Why do I have to be this man? I sat at the bar drinking hostilely until I couldn't remember. The next morning I woke up in my bed feeling so tired and weak that I'm surprised that I didn't fall back asleep. Walked into the my living room and there was nothing to see except the nonliving. Blood all over the white carpet and blood thats covering me. One look around and I don't know why, this kind of makes me feel all warm inside. A few young women with no more life to live. My consciousness took over the bad part of me, and thats now the life thats inside of me.
