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Alone

By Yuki Fanel

I saunter through the bodies I have ripped apart. I feel their pain. I thirst for more. More blood. More death. I crumble to the ground. My body is numb. I can feel nothing but the blood that flows like a river on the ground wherein I lie. I could smell it. I remember my hands wringing the life out of them, ripping them from limb to limb. I violently thrashed them into Death’s hands, giving them a piece of my mind. This world is diseased. Diseased with hatred, pain and anguish. No comfort for any of us.

Now. I am alone. These people… I don’t want them in this world. They belong to the gods…not here…

My soul weeps bitterly of blood. *Not here…only me…*