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   He plunged the blade deep in his heart.He twisted the cold dark steel. Blood was pouring everywhere like a warm sticky tar. He was covered in it. An animal,a beast. He slayed the enemy but it was just the beginning for the growing monster inside him. He was boiling,furious. The menacing force inside him was growing by the second and it demanded the sacrifice,blood. The blood of the enemies,kill them all,slay them and show them what it is like to pick a fight with the desperate man. He pulled the blade out of the still warm corpse and dragged it behind him,leaving nothing but destruction,death and the pile of cold bodies.    On the way home,with his weapon dragging across the ashy cold dry earth,the earth which has seen so much fighting and death,he kept thinking about the man’s face. That twisted contorted grimace of a hopeless desperate man crying for help and clinging to life only to have it taken away by a shadow blocking out the sun. They deserv...

   Quiet.Still.Peaceful and at peace. Tranquillity. Behind the calm,sensitive exterior, there is a storm brewing inside. Mind racing on the narrow track inside,going at high speed as if it was a reckless racer with a lust for speed. A river,rushing,swallowing and enveloping everything it comes in contact with.A relentless force,a show of power,growing in strength with no sign of stopping. Every thought is a roar. The roar of the river. The roar of the hungry beast,insatiable,primal,always wanting more.Consuming everything it touches. Turning the man behind the mind into a monster,a dragon. Doomed to fail and with the sole purpose to destroy. It destroys all in it’s path,everything it touches is set ablaze until nothing is left. Until the beast,the monster is left with nothing but himself and ash he left behind. Every word is a roar,a primal scream. Echoing in the emptiness of reality he created, as if it was the void itself.    The beast does not always st...

      I am the sun . When I walk in the room,all eyes on me,its quiet,stillness.I am everything. I can feel the warmth around me.Eminating,pulsing,bursting. I can feel the glow,I can see the glow. The glow on people’s faces reflecting back at me,the warmth they feel and the comfort they get from seeing me,being around me. I give life. I give life to the room,the light,the warmth and all eyes are on me.They know,they see it and feel it and they always want more,always.Hungry,begging,pulling and tugging. People are jealous.All the girls want what I have,want to be me.All the boys want me. I know,I see,I notice.The minute,the hour of pleasure is feels good but the high wears off and I only want more.    The old me would have loved it,embracing and inhaling every moment of this, but now,now all I care is this feeling. I do not care about belonging,people want to belong to me.It’s everything. I am the life itself. Everyone wants me,everyone ...