raw Redrum

On this edge of mine, a knife hit my bone. the steel formed a gate way of anger into the victim. I felt there his breathing, his heart beat. I saw his wife and kids, and the house he spent so much of his life paying off. I left the knife and stumbled back into the dust. " Its not murder, its war" my hands were painted with red. "Its not murder, its war" I stared at the motionless body as a wind rat came over for a meal. "Its NOT murder, its war" The rat knawed on the deads left hand letting a little fountain of red out. "ITS NOT MURDER".......The rat stared at me with eyes of blood and whispered........ "its war"

vein

I sat there on a bed of stone running my fingers along groves filled with a flouresent moss. my fingers bled from clutching my sword, for I had been using it as a crutch. The moss was wet and spungy as it absorbed my blood. Veins of it turned red around the spot I touched. my eyes turned to the far side of the cave were an old forgoten psalm was written. It bled in into my heart as my eyes felt it over. I left that place, and fought as thous words.

r0b0t

Isaw it end, just as it had begun. So suddenly as an eon passed before my mind, as life passed to death. my eyes glazed over and my mind became empty. as empty as the bottle i held. i witnessed the the bullet recieve the flesh of a small girl on the street. Idid nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing. I was a robot.