Monstrous my thoughts revolting visions, carnage bloodbath my dream gore soaked my hands hallucination, or real I wield the blade.
Grotesque...mind...grotesque.
Visions murder see myself slashing, the throats victims my friends horror my crimes fiendish memory, did I kill them I must know.
Did I kill them? life long friend out off his head.
How can this be I butchered them why would I slaughter them? who gave me this knife to kill them with, how could I chop them up?.
Survey my massacre fragments of my comrades carpet the ground below I want to escape stab myself suicide wake me up and set me free.
Grotesque...mind...grotesque.
Did I kill them? did I kill them?.
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