My Dearest Diary,
What to ponder upon, I wonder... Ah, yes, the sheer morbidity that is my mind; an interesting topic to further study indeed, wouldn't you agree? I find myself direly absorbed with the concept of nursery rhymes, but one in particular really... jumps at me. It goes, I believe, somewhere along these lines;
'Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Honey is Sweet
But not as sweet as YOU.'
I find this statement insufferably amusing in all of its utter folly; there is not a fool in this world that could ever plausibly live by such disgustingly "sweet" sentiment—there is just no way. If I were to recreate such a sickeningly doting poem, it would sound a little more like this;
Rose is smeared Red
Suffocating till Blue
My scalpels still Bleed
Whilst I'm slicing into YOU.
Hmm, much more to my liking, if I do say so myself. They should have it published somewhere so that other likeminded folk may stumble upon it and make use of its contents; musing over murder, after all, is the one pastime that I truly do enjoy with my entire being.
And on the note of butchering another and branding them as dead; honestly! I am drowning in this ephemeral state of transience, and pristine tranquillity is hardly a necessity nor a desired outcome at this present time of peace.
Perhaps I should take it upon myself to rid society of this false-acclaimed testament of peace, and bring havoc and chaos unimaginable back into the modern day world? Sounds like a plan. I shall have to consider this on a more dire note at a later date.
But for now, I must leave you, my dearest diary, for I have a job that is in need of completion—I sincerely hope that perhaps this time I shall gather an adversary worthy enough to gauge the limitations of my abilities, but I have my reservations that they will all prove worthless in the long run… Until that fateful day comes where I finally meet my match, I shall have to persevere.
Ahhhhh, what beautiful screams my newest victims will inevitably make—I personally guarantee it.
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Yours always,
Kuroudo Akabane, 赤羽蔵人
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'Nothing in this world will ever be more beautiful than the everlasting screams of the dead crying out for retribution to be handed out to the damned.'
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