Blood Drunk

A soaked knife in my hands, a corpse's reflection in my eyes and blood covering my face. Rage had consumed me into an empty blackness from which I will never escape.


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We all live according to life and death, but I dare think that we have to. We can change when we die, and when someone is born. But to my life I don't change these differences, but to others.

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