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In the dark I lay. Bloody images are replayed in my mind. Over and over, until I seep into a trance. I’m dizzy, and everything is dark and rainy. Blurry, I can only make out one thing: You. Confused, I crawl towards your still body. The gruesome mass of what’s supposed to be your face-covered in blood. Your body is still warm, and carved into. The lines of blood across your chest read ‘My Love’. I should be sad, but oddly enough, I feel no emotional attachment. But I’m puzzled by who would do this to you. The rain starts to come down even harder…the blood on your chest is slowly being washed away. I turn to walk away. I feel like I’m supposed to be searching for something. But I’m still dizzy. As I stumble onto the ground something in my jacket is cutting into my side. I pull the object out of my pocket. I can barely make out that it’s a knife. The knife controls me. I feel like I’m being drawn in deeper to this bloody metallic object. I notice that I also possess blood-covered hands, but this blood isn’t mine. But like the blood on your chest, the blood on my hands are slowly being washed away….
Yeah... I got bored...
Yeah... I got bored...