"Mass of Blood and Foam" - 2nd part to "Murder by Threes"
Mass of Blood and Foam:
I don’t know what to do. I can’t think straight.
I just want to find him, I want to kill him.
I want the man lying at my feet in a bleeding mass. To feel his blood dripping down my fists. To breath in the satisfaction and feel it in my gut as I tear him to pieces. To watch him slowly waste away just as his actions made me watch the man I love do so minuets earlier.
All I could do was watch, fucking watch as he slowly slipped away from me.
The one man I had let in. That I had let myself hope for, hope with.
The one man that I had allowed myself to feel alive with.
To be with mind, body, and soul. The only person I ever loved and he died in my arms.
As the life slowly, angonizingly, drained from his body so did mine.
Death is an enemy I couldn't fight but this man is.
I know that no matter what happens, it won't matter, not now.
There was no future. No hope of going home. No home to go to anymore.
My home had just died.
I was already dead and there is no future for the dead.
Just one last act. One last dieing wish.
One last thing to do then there would be nothing.
I will just disappear.
With him gone there was nothing to tether me to this earth anymore.
He had become my anchor and he was gone now. My rage is the only thing that remains. It gives life to my limbs, forces me to move, to run. It will drive me to hit, to kick, to find new ways to make things bend.
This man, whoever he is has no idea what he has done, no idea what so ever.
His death will not be as quick as Liptons nor as painless as mine, the lack of these in both situations speaks to what he will soon experience. Lipton was strong, he hung on for hours, and I can still feel the pain echoing in my now hollow chest.
This man is going to feel the slow agony of what I am truly capable of now that there is nothing to hold me to this world of men and the morals they cling to.
I have become nothing more than a mass of blood and bones, pieces and parts to be used to complete this final act. My heart is gone, the soul that gave it meaning left and took what little of mine I had left with it.
As I take these last final steps into the room where they have him tied up, the agony dissipates. I have become numb, I am nothing but a mass of blood and bones. One purpose, one final mission left then it will all be done.
I’ll see you soon Lip…
I don’t know what to do. I can’t think straight.
I just want to find him, I want to kill him.
I want the man lying at my feet in a bleeding mass. To feel his blood dripping down my fists. To breath in the satisfaction and feel it in my gut as I tear him to pieces. To watch him slowly waste away just as his actions made me watch the man I love do so minuets earlier.
All I could do was watch, fucking watch as he slowly slipped away from me.
The one man I had let in. That I had let myself hope for, hope with.
The one man that I had allowed myself to feel alive with.
To be with mind, body, and soul. The only person I ever loved and he died in my arms.
As the life slowly, angonizingly, drained from his body so did mine.
Death is an enemy I couldn't fight but this man is.
I know that no matter what happens, it won't matter, not now.
There was no future. No hope of going home. No home to go to anymore.
My home had just died.
I was already dead and there is no future for the dead.
Just one last act. One last dieing wish.
One last thing to do then there would be nothing.
I will just disappear.
With him gone there was nothing to tether me to this earth anymore.
He had become my anchor and he was gone now. My rage is the only thing that remains. It gives life to my limbs, forces me to move, to run. It will drive me to hit, to kick, to find new ways to make things bend.
This man, whoever he is has no idea what he has done, no idea what so ever.
His death will not be as quick as Liptons nor as painless as mine, the lack of these in both situations speaks to what he will soon experience. Lipton was strong, he hung on for hours, and I can still feel the pain echoing in my now hollow chest.
This man is going to feel the slow agony of what I am truly capable of now that there is nothing to hold me to this world of men and the morals they cling to.
I have become nothing more than a mass of blood and bones, pieces and parts to be used to complete this final act. My heart is gone, the soul that gave it meaning left and took what little of mine I had left with it.
As I take these last final steps into the room where they have him tied up, the agony dissipates. I have become numb, I am nothing but a mass of blood and bones. One purpose, one final mission left then it will all be done.
I’ll see you soon Lip…