Time of Violence
Pain is so addicting, so...complete, the feeling of a knife being embedded into my side and the blood that comes forth, pain is my addiction, it is my obsession.
It trickles down my side, and into an abys s dark I can hear the echo of your forlorn calls, as you try to wake me up into your nightmare.
Hush sister, don't cry, he'll come for your heart as he came for your blood.
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