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Another night.

Tormented screams fill the empty corridors.

The blood of anger.
Boils over.

In a frenzy.
I kill and kill.
Till i can kill no more.

My body gives way.
As i fall to the floor.

A swathe of bloodied destruction.
Lies behind me.

Is this what i exist for?
To bring death and destruction.

The thought of putting my hands.
Around some poor innocent soul's neck.
And slowly squeezing the life out of it.

I don't know.
Perhaps i do find joy in taking other people's lives.
A way to relieve my anger.

What am i now?
A monster?

Yes.
That's what is perhaps i have become into.

A monster.
That is hell bent on causing death and destruction.
And bringing untold misery unto others.