347th Post

Once again.

The urge returns.

To kill.
To bleed.
To leave someone in tormented agony.

A return of the blade.
Cutting onto warm flesh.

Watching the ruby liquid flow.
Like liquid gold.

The anguish returns.
The dark demons return.

To consume me.
Bit by bit.

It hurts.

Ha Ha Ha.
The empty hallways echo.
With a hollow laugh.

From a solitary resident.
Whose mind has long gone.

Living in a mental asylum.
Long abandoned.

The wind and the trees whisper.

How sad.
That he had to end up like that.

And finally one day.
The resident could stand it no more.

And impaled himself.
On a long spike.

And thus.
Putting himself out of misery.