[Part II] breaking the habit

Have you ever...

"Try to destroy yourself. Everyday, is like another bad memory. The sound of your footsteps remind you that you're the only one left alive. Of all the people that had to die, and all those tragic accidents, and all those bitter fruits, and all those poison ivys, you're the only one left alive..after all that tragedy"

Have you ever...

"Said that today is the last day. And today i should end it all... But i can't, i can't!"



The torture continues...

"The walls are hollow, and they break from my beating. The tables are brittle, the chairs are broken, the glass is shattered, my mind is on fire... and it is all my doing. Those mindless thoughts are just another chapter of my life. How far have i come from the beginning? Not the beginning of my birth, but the rebirth that i went through. I lost it all, everything. Now where do i go to find my peace? Where is my solace?"

There is no peace for the tormented
There is no solace for my blade
There is only pain
Just waiting to be done
Shall I break the silence
And condemn myself to this pain?
No, I shant!
I shall live through this evil
I shall cause the withering
I shall cause the suffering
Because it is all but me
That shall be killed
That shall be lost
I am a teacher of death
And you all shall...
suffer

In the doorway, stood the tall, dark figure. His sword still bloody from the victims of his latest endeavor. He removed the sheath that covered his blade, and as he ran through his memory, the only left memory, of his former life, it seemed that the faces were smiling back at him. It looked as if they thanked him. In his twisted form of reality, he was a god, he was a savior. He was a rebirth of Satan, the bringer of death. As he cleaned his blade, he grinned and awaited his next case of destruction...