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There is blood. I smell. I cant see it but i know its there. Inside. Inside some poor souls neck. Deep in their chest. Deep, almost too deep to get at. I need it. The world has gone to hell and I need the spilt blood of the damned. Humanity has become a burden and life has become a distraction. Lives of the past haunt my dreams. Were it not for the lack of fear, I foresee I would go insane.



As Christian Armageddon rages between a heaven that is a joke and a hell that is weak, angels and demons alike fall to the sword and I am there, devouring the flesh of the deceased. I slay all who try to defend their fallen comrades. Many fall to me though I have no sword. I see others like me, eating and fighting. As man comes to terms with civilization, I am there hanging the unlawful and later, hung by those upholding the laws of makind. An explosion that changes the course of humanity. I am there as the atoms themselfs are torn apoart by a massive heatwave. I feel no pain as my body burns to ash in seconds. And I am here, as the world itself hurls tpwards a pending doom. Humanity falls to humanity. The dead destroy the living and all is restless.



And I need blood. Blood of the damned. Even now, life slowly destroys me. BUt when all is said and done, there will be little left. And I am there.

Fuck, I hate today. I hate everything. I feel like murder. I could really kill someone if they say the wrong thing to me. I love the feeling. It gives me pleasure to feel fear in others. Call me sadistic or what you will but right now, I want to see somebody bleed. From my own hands. I want to look into their eyes as they die and see the fear that all humanity has. The fear of death. The fear of evil. The fear of me. I want to hear people screaming in pain and terror. I hate everything. I want to slit some slut's throat and laugh. *To whoever can here me, probably my whole dorm* "HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?!" Blood I need blood. I need it soon. I imagine my hands around someone's throat. I see a knife stab my stomach over and over as they try to get away but know they cannot. I smell the sweat and fear. I feel the knife stab me but know the sweet taste of immortality. I know that I am beyond all things. I see this all in my head and wish it to be true. But not yet. Not until...