death sweeps by like a mortals hand. blood rushes out like a river's land. the bodies lay decaying in the dust. the old obsessive blades turn into rust. a desire that turned deadly, a pain stuck within. an overbearing smell of blood, the life of dreaded sin. and so i smell the bodies, the death, it smells so cold. and some of the bodies have been here for weeks, the smell is very old. and so i look upon the dead girl's face, i knew i hated you too. maybe you shouldn't have pissed me off, then i wouldn’t have shot you. and the boy keeled over, a blade stuck in his chest. he was no better than the other deads, no better than the rest. i look at teen idols, what good would they have been. they lived a life of entertainment only to cause such sin. and they scream because they love you, didn't give a damn about me. so i ended your fame so fast, you died so innocently. and the girl from math class, who sat behind me everyday. well, she hated life and loved death. so i killed her anyway. and the boy in black who said he wanted to die, i sped up his wish last night. well, all this death is making me hungry..guess i'll have some left over teen-humans tonight...
Reason for writing:
about killing people...like teens..muahahahaha....
Birth sign: Aquarius
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