Thursday, November 30, 2006
The laughing ghost, The iron devil, what does it matter now? The holocaust took everything from us. Why be good? Why be evil? Why not let the insanity take over. Theyíre all dead so now I donít have a job anymore. The only thing left of me will be primal instinct. Soon Iíll starve long enough so that the madness will not be denied. Why did they have to leave me here? As if being undead was bad enough I now feel more human that I have in a while. By feeling human, I mean feeling only for my own petty desires and feeling so weak and easy to kill. Is that blood or sweat that is all over my hands and feet; who cares? They will not get away. They will pay for leaving me alive. And the best part is, no one can stop me.