• Death and Despair are my best friends
    Blood is my specialty
    It seems I can do no good

    Thirst for carnage is all I feel
    It burns my throat like unquenchable fire
    I must slaughter again

    Tonight I’ll do it
    My night
    All Hallow’s Eve
    This is no ghost story
    This is Life

    Or is it Half-Life?

    She’s cornered
    She’s the one I hunted
    Her skin is paper
    Her blood, my water
    Tearing
    Ripping
    Screams of pain fall on my deaf ears
    Fists beat my body, but I still feel nothing

    My deed is done
    But I have not conquered
    Thirst is faded, not quenched
    Death breeds here
    One less heart beats in this hell-hole of a world.