I drag my blood stained sword along the cobbled streets.
It screeching to d cries of those whose guts it had spilled..oh what a beautiful n glorious sound it made.
The rain is falling gently..
Washing the blood of my victims off me and into d gullies..As if to wash off the evidence of my crime..Even mother nature is justifying my actions
The moon tries to shine through d dark clouds,but the darkness wont allow it.For tonight no shadow shall be cast coz ther will be total darkness. For the darker the night,the stronger became the man who now drags his blood stained sword through the small town of UTOPIA.
Over my shoulder I have thrown a sack dripping with blood.
My two menacing hounds walk beside me,carrying bones in their mouths.
BONES of those who had fallen by my sword n whose HEARTS I now carried in d sack.
2 comments:
You actuated from 'happy thoughts' to sadness to dark and cold. Good way to express that you're very disturbed.
I always knew that there was another you. The calm nutcase persona that you portray hides a more sinister trouble and darker one. It is only a matter of when not if he breaks free.
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