The blood stained blade

by Callum   May 6, 2012


The blade of darkness and depression is about to strike me down where I stand and I can't do anything expect watch the blood stained blade enter my body and rip up my innards in a single crushing blow and reduce me to a hollow shell of false hope and courage which will smash as the next blow impales my senses which are now coated in a twisted black fog which used to be blood and retracts the blade and as the cold steel of reality withdraws from my body I collapse spinning ever further in a black aybess of mistrust

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