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Amidst.
Blood splattered walls.

Corpses pile.
Like so many broken matchsticks.

A deafening scream.
Pierces the silence.

An anguished cry.
Looping like a broken record.

What have i done?
What have i become?
Is this the monster that i wanted to be?

My head.
Buried in my blood soaked hands.
Weeping tears of blood.

A slate which will never ever be wiped clean.
An irreversible mistake.

And now i pay the price.
By becoming this monster.

Savage and destructive.
Drinker of the blood.