Death to all my friends

getting lost within myself
drifting further and further away
i have nothing left to do
i am so tired of these memories;

in a world of constant motion
i stand still, watching
the madness spread its tentacles
every nook and corner;

seeing my reflection in the puddle at my feet
my hands are cold and stained
as  my mind slowly drifted into insanity,
my energy slowly drained away;

as the knife fell down with a loud thump,
the blood started oozing out from the cut,
covering the hilt and slowly
dripping down to the floor;

the moonlight shines brightly
through the broken mirror,
as petals fall from the window
i ticked off another name from my list,
and stepped out into a Mad mad world
gone out of control;

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this is something that i started writing a long time ago, but never got around to finishing it until today.
image from the movie The Spirit
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Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge. – Paul Gauguin

It is a revenge the devil sometimes takes upon the virtuous, that he entraps them by the force of the very passion they have suppressed and think themselves superior to. –  George Santayana
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