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The final night.

For doomsday beckons.
At first light.

I heave a sigh.

For inside me.
The anger and hate.
Still burns like the fires of hell.

I'm still bent with misery.
I have no more blood left to cry.

No matter how many times i run the blade.
I no longer feel pain.

Is this how numbness feels like?
Or is this something different?

A broken bottle lies nearby.
Victim of my anger.

A sudden urge.
To just pick up the jagged pieces.

And stab myself with it.
Until i have no strength left.

Blood and tears.
Hate and anger.
Intermingle.

I don't know who am i anymore.

Is this the end product?
A monster in which i have became?

One that is condemned to anger and misery forever?

Sigh.

With what sanity i have left.
Hear my pleas.
Kill me please.