Hey guys. This one is... extremely dark, disturbing, and demented to say the absolute least. And it doesn't even have Beyond Birthday in it..... Enjoy what my sick, twisted, psychotic, little mind developed.
M
Hell.
That's where I am.
Or so it seems.
My life is scattered in bits like the chunks of bloody flesh ripped from a mangled body, prey of a powerful predator.
Hell.
Where I'm burning right now.
He's gone, and I have nothing. No one.
I want to die.
I want to put a grenade in my mouth and pull the fucking pin.
Nothing could hurt as much as knowing the one you love is never coming back.
Never going to hold you in their arms and tell you that everything is going to be okay.
I want to put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brain.
No fucking joke.
Hell.
On Earth.
I raise the knife.
Before I take my own life, I'm going to take the life of the bastard who took his.
I look at my reflection shining on the silver blade. I move my blonde hair out of my cobalt eyes.
He took my Matt.
I will make him suffer for that.
He's ruined my life.
He's caused my heart to break.
So I'll break him.
I'll torture him in ways even Satan would find too fucking cruel.
Before I carry out my plan I need to relax. I bring the knife down to my forearm, and slice it open. I repeat the process, again and again.
One is for love.
One is for hate.
One is for fear.
One is for courage.
One is for rage.
One is for calm.
One is for mind.
One is for body.
And another just because I fucking felt like it.
I quickly bandage up my arm before I lose too much blood. It was already creating a puddle on the kitchen floor.
I may be suicidal, but I can't die yet. I have a job to do.
Near will die for what he's done.
I will update as soon as I get the chance.
~M ~