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I haven't proof read it yet but thought I'd write something in my spare time. Enjoy.
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Animals, beasts and monsters
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What could possibly be wrong with the death of one? The life of one is not important when the life of mine could be ended. Me or him, him or me I shall slit his throat like I did my father’s, cut deep into his flesh, never stopping till I feel the grind of bone and steal. He hated me; he would choke me in my sleep! I had to act, I had to kill. He’s just like him, my father that is. He’s going to get me when I can’t fight back. That coward. I saw him in the halls last week; I followed him for a while. He’s an animal. I was hiding behind bins, walls and other people. Like a beast hunting it’s prey I was being led by it till I could make my move. I can’t let him go first, I can’t, and he’ll kill me like my father wanted.
I can hear him sometimes at night, skulking down the stairs. As I try to fall into a slumber I can hear the footsteps of a madman pacing through the hallways and monitoring the stairs. He is trying to lure me out, play on my curiosity. But curiosity killed the cat and I’m too smart for that. He can have his fun lurking in the shadows like a scared beast. Hearing him though, hearing what he does in my home is near impossible to bear. I can hear the baby’s scream, I don’t know who’s it is but I can hear it clear and sharp like a knife it pierces my skull the sound of this baby’s wail. He must pay for what he’s done, I must stop him before he comes up the stairs and tries to get me too! He will I swear to god he’s a madman!
Quiet hear he comes! Look at him, all dressed in white. It sickens me that he wears such a pure colour when his soul is blackened by his deeds of monstrous nature. Sometimes I think we’re all monsters on the inside. Just we have to really feel it to be it you know? I know I’m a monster; I like the sensation of blood. The smell is intoxicating; I often wonder how something so beautiful can come from even the foulest of beings. The ruby red liquid feels so good on my skin, it trickles down my skin. I am a monster, I am drawn to the blood and I can’t get it out of me. I think that once you are a monster you can’t get it out of you. Once you know you’re a monster it’s stuck in you like a virus, a disease ravaging every part of your body making you more beast than man. But with that comes an inherent strength.
They want to keep me locked up but I will get out. And when I do I’ll tear through their skin and have my vengeance for leaving me here under his mercy. He could come kill me whenever he wants. Why doesn’t he though? I am trapped in this insufferable hellhole. He is taunting me, biding his time before the kill. But it won’t work, he’s dead. They’ll ALL be dead.
“Hello Chris, how are you feeling today?” He said to me with smirk on his face.
“Fine…all fine” I replied as I stared down at the floor. I couldn’t look my killer in the eye; I hated looking my prey in the eye.
“Chris you look tense, do you want me to give you something to help you relax?” He asked me as if I would even consider it. Another drug to weaken me, keep me quiet and still. There’s no honour in killing prey like that.
“No, no, no, no more” I said.
“Nurse! I’m going to need…” And that was it, the last thing he said. I got him, I cut him up with my own claws. I felt his heart beat for the last time as I pounced upon him with all my strength. He didn’t expect that, I am too smart for him. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know what it means to be me and now he never will.
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Animals, beasts and monsters
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What could possibly be wrong with the death of one? The life of one is not important when the life of mine could be ended. Me or him, him or me I shall slit his throat like I did my father’s, cut deep into his flesh, never stopping till I feel the grind of bone and steal. He hated me; he would choke me in my sleep! I had to act, I had to kill. He’s just like him, my father that is. He’s going to get me when I can’t fight back. That coward. I saw him in the halls last week; I followed him for a while. He’s an animal. I was hiding behind bins, walls and other people. Like a beast hunting it’s prey I was being led by it till I could make my move. I can’t let him go first, I can’t, and he’ll kill me like my father wanted.
I can hear him sometimes at night, skulking down the stairs. As I try to fall into a slumber I can hear the footsteps of a madman pacing through the hallways and monitoring the stairs. He is trying to lure me out, play on my curiosity. But curiosity killed the cat and I’m too smart for that. He can have his fun lurking in the shadows like a scared beast. Hearing him though, hearing what he does in my home is near impossible to bear. I can hear the baby’s scream, I don’t know who’s it is but I can hear it clear and sharp like a knife it pierces my skull the sound of this baby’s wail. He must pay for what he’s done, I must stop him before he comes up the stairs and tries to get me too! He will I swear to god he’s a madman!
Quiet hear he comes! Look at him, all dressed in white. It sickens me that he wears such a pure colour when his soul is blackened by his deeds of monstrous nature. Sometimes I think we’re all monsters on the inside. Just we have to really feel it to be it you know? I know I’m a monster; I like the sensation of blood. The smell is intoxicating; I often wonder how something so beautiful can come from even the foulest of beings. The ruby red liquid feels so good on my skin, it trickles down my skin. I am a monster, I am drawn to the blood and I can’t get it out of me. I think that once you are a monster you can’t get it out of you. Once you know you’re a monster it’s stuck in you like a virus, a disease ravaging every part of your body making you more beast than man. But with that comes an inherent strength.
They want to keep me locked up but I will get out. And when I do I’ll tear through their skin and have my vengeance for leaving me here under his mercy. He could come kill me whenever he wants. Why doesn’t he though? I am trapped in this insufferable hellhole. He is taunting me, biding his time before the kill. But it won’t work, he’s dead. They’ll ALL be dead.
“Hello Chris, how are you feeling today?” He said to me with smirk on his face.
“Fine…all fine” I replied as I stared down at the floor. I couldn’t look my killer in the eye; I hated looking my prey in the eye.
“Chris you look tense, do you want me to give you something to help you relax?” He asked me as if I would even consider it. Another drug to weaken me, keep me quiet and still. There’s no honour in killing prey like that.
“No, no, no, no more” I said.
“Nurse! I’m going to need…” And that was it, the last thing he said. I got him, I cut him up with my own claws. I felt his heart beat for the last time as I pounced upon him with all my strength. He didn’t expect that, I am too smart for him. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know what it means to be me and now he never will.
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I haven't proof read it yet but thought I'd write something in my spare time. Enjoy.
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Animals, beasts and monsters
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What could possibly be wrong with the death of one? The life of one is not important when the life of mine could be ended. Me or him, him or me I shall slit his throat like I did my father’s, cut deep into his flesh, never stopping till I feel the grind of bone and steal. He hated me; he would choke me in my sleep! I had to act, I had to kill. He’s just like him, my father that is. He’s going to get me when I can’t fight back. That coward. I saw him in the halls last week; I followed him for a while. He’s an animal. I was hiding behind bins, walls and other people. Like a beast hunting it’s prey I was being led by it till I could make my move. I can’t let him go first, I can’t, and he’ll kill me like my father wanted.
I can hear him sometimes at night, skulking down the stairs. As I try to fall into a slumber I can hear the footsteps of a madman pacing through the hallways and monitoring the stairs. He is trying to lure me out, play on my curiosity. But curiosity killed the cat and I’m too smart for that. He can have his fun lurking in the shadows like a scared beast. Hearing him though, hearing what he does in my home is near impossible to bear. I can hear the baby’s scream, I don’t know who’s it is but I can hear it clear and sharp like a knife it pierces my skull the sound of this baby’s wail. He must pay for what he’s done, I must stop him before he comes up the stairs and tries to get me too! He will I swear to god he’s a madman!
Quiet hear he comes! Look at him, all dressed in white. It sickens me that he wears such a pure colour when his soul is blackened by his deeds of monstrous nature. Sometimes I think we’re all monsters on the inside. Just we have to really feel it to be it you know? I know I’m a monster; I like the sensation of blood. The smell is intoxicating; I often wonder how something so beautiful can come from even the foulest of beings. The ruby red liquid feels so good on my skin, it trickles down my skin. I am a monster, I am drawn to the blood and I can’t get it out of me. I think that once you are a monster you can’t get it out of you. Once you know you’re a monster it’s stuck in you like a virus, a disease ravaging every part of your body making you more beast than man. But with that comes an inherent strength.
They want to keep me locked up but I will get out. And when I do I’ll tear through their skin and have my vengeance for leaving me here under his mercy. He could come kill me whenever he wants. Why doesn’t he though? I am trapped in this insufferable hellhole. He is taunting me, biding his time before the kill. But it won’t work, he’s dead. They’ll ALL be dead.
“Hello Chris, how are you feeling today?” He said to me with smirk on his face.
“Fine…all fine” I replied as I stared down at the floor. I couldn’t look my killer in the eye; I hated looking my prey in the eye.
“Chris you look tense, do you want me to give you something to help you relax?” He asked me as if I would even consider it. Another drug to weaken me, keep me quiet and still. There’s no honour in killing prey like that.
“No, no, no, no more” I said.
“Nurse! I’m going to need…” And that was it, the last thing he said. I got him, I cut him up with my own claws. I felt his heart beat for the last time as I pounced upon him with all my strength. He didn’t expect that, I am too smart for him. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know what it means to be me and now he never will.
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Animals, beasts and monsters
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What could possibly be wrong with the death of one? The life of one is not important when the life of mine could be ended. Me or him, him or me I shall slit his throat like I did my father’s, cut deep into his flesh, never stopping till I feel the grind of bone and steal. He hated me; he would choke me in my sleep! I had to act, I had to kill. He’s just like him, my father that is. He’s going to get me when I can’t fight back. That coward. I saw him in the halls last week; I followed him for a while. He’s an animal. I was hiding behind bins, walls and other people. Like a beast hunting it’s prey I was being led by it till I could make my move. I can’t let him go first, I can’t, and he’ll kill me like my father wanted.
I can hear him sometimes at night, skulking down the stairs. As I try to fall into a slumber I can hear the footsteps of a madman pacing through the hallways and monitoring the stairs. He is trying to lure me out, play on my curiosity. But curiosity killed the cat and I’m too smart for that. He can have his fun lurking in the shadows like a scared beast. Hearing him though, hearing what he does in my home is near impossible to bear. I can hear the baby’s scream, I don’t know who’s it is but I can hear it clear and sharp like a knife it pierces my skull the sound of this baby’s wail. He must pay for what he’s done, I must stop him before he comes up the stairs and tries to get me too! He will I swear to god he’s a madman!
Quiet hear he comes! Look at him, all dressed in white. It sickens me that he wears such a pure colour when his soul is blackened by his deeds of monstrous nature. Sometimes I think we’re all monsters on the inside. Just we have to really feel it to be it you know? I know I’m a monster; I like the sensation of blood. The smell is intoxicating; I often wonder how something so beautiful can come from even the foulest of beings. The ruby red liquid feels so good on my skin, it trickles down my skin. I am a monster, I am drawn to the blood and I can’t get it out of me. I think that once you are a monster you can’t get it out of you. Once you know you’re a monster it’s stuck in you like a virus, a disease ravaging every part of your body making you more beast than man. But with that comes an inherent strength.
They want to keep me locked up but I will get out. And when I do I’ll tear through their skin and have my vengeance for leaving me here under his mercy. He could come kill me whenever he wants. Why doesn’t he though? I am trapped in this insufferable hellhole. He is taunting me, biding his time before the kill. But it won’t work, he’s dead. They’ll ALL be dead.
“Hello Chris, how are you feeling today?” He said to me with smirk on his face.
“Fine…all fine” I replied as I stared down at the floor. I couldn’t look my killer in the eye; I hated looking my prey in the eye.
“Chris you look tense, do you want me to give you something to help you relax?” He asked me as if I would even consider it. Another drug to weaken me, keep me quiet and still. There’s no honour in killing prey like that.
“No, no, no, no more” I said.
“Nurse! I’m going to need…” And that was it, the last thing he said. I got him, I cut him up with my own claws. I felt his heart beat for the last time as I pounced upon him with all my strength. He didn’t expect that, I am too smart for him. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know what it means to be me and now he never will.
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