Sunday, December 4, 2011


How does one numb himself to the world around?

Watching these little sheep scurry and rush towards a tragic demise...

I should hate them.

I do hate them.

With a fiery passion.

Spitting poison at whoever dares cross me with a plastic smile pasted upon their clay faces.

Oh how do I yearn to make them all drip red...

But why...

Just why?

Can one little sheep pierce this rotten heart?

Is it.... emotion... I feel?

Unlike the boiling rage that seethes beneath this pale flesh... it's... warming...

Especially when she smiles...

Hmm... I'm thinking I need to separate her head from the rest of her body.

She.... frightens me.

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