It’s just one of those days when the sun wouldn’t shine. Everything seems awfully gloomy and demented, but how come? I never woke up on the wrong side of the bed yet it feels like it. Damn pain relievers are kicking in.
Oh my crappy life, I’m threading memory lane again. I’m just too complicated and I like complicating things.
What if you found out that you were a mass murderer in your past life would you be happy? It’s freaking cool if you think about it, but hey the ones you killed were children. Now can you see what’s haunting me?
I yield a soul lost in oblivion, the thirst for blood triggers my rage. When the blood of the innocent lavishly flows tis only then that I rest my soul.