Gore feast

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seeking seeking remastered

Seeking... seeking
Questioning why no help came that bitter dark cold day.
Thinking in utter despair : something must be wrong with me, Why else would they have done this to me?
The time was almost at a halt just for a bare shivering gray spit second where all life around me silenced, the quietness with its harmony grave a deeper into the insanity, memories all witch terrorized the thoughts, poisoned the mind.
An hardly noticeable blood red force-filled utter layer of desire for spine chilling bloodthirsty revenge over my entire body, felling a shacking sensation of the dark raw power of righteous strength lifting my weight like I was god.
Determined of my act despicable by many, but an act of brutal inhuman.. justice.
Hearing a weak but heart warming whispering went ignored if not unnoticed in the cold hearted prideful, selfish, self destructive state of mind.
And it was so strange. So strange, it was I who shouted It has gone to far this time!
All the ice cold pain, blood boiling hate, numbing fear I once had all transferred into this utter blood red layer making me focus at the deed in hand.
Taking slow powerful steps in the cold bitter numbing rain towards his victim, his pray, him who he no longer tolerated to hear his hate related name.
Seeing from distance him, He corrupted in the thoughts of the actions that will take place.
Coming closer and holding a deep hateful death stair locked at him.
The rain, my soaked cloths, bitter cold all this with the constant sound of the grateful invisible ice rain.
So quiet so, thoughts became more and more determent by the second.
And that was all that existed, everything ells were none existence.
Time as it were stopped and then all I saw was a bitter painting, Red thick blood dripping slowly from the barbarically torn off arm sharing the space on the floor with the guts out pulled from the body all in the mess except for the still beating heart witch I held in my hands and I squeezed it until it the heart were cut off in two big flat bloody half's of now unrecognized forms of goo.
The rest of the floor were broken arms, demolish legs, liquids everywhere except under my shoes.
Of the horror that I saw in the vision I saw to much of my sad surprise that I stood there in the room in shock.
It dint took long before I laugh the most reliving joy I ever felt before.
And I laugh and I laugh so hurting much so my knees hit the grounds and I held my self while I laugh.
I could see color, joy, meaning of life, as if all was black before.
Second after I stopped as if this energizing joy never had existed right at the second before.
Looking in panic around me before I took up my cold frozen and blood dripping hands.
Shaking and realizing the world around me.
I took the most hardest, deepest breath I have ever taken.
And with that I went out the broken window and into the dark bitter cold rain and all the evidence were washed away of the harsh rain.
Hearing in the distance the church clock just turning two.
And I stopped in the cold dark emptiness and looked up with tears in my left eye and satisfaction in the other at the church.
Ding...