the blood flows in a nice stream… the blood of my family… yes… my family… the blade shines with the fresh blood, as i stand tall in my living room with 3 dead bodies on the floor…
Tag: sences
Life of the walking lost
As he took the gun out of his mouth, maybe the cold metal of the barrel had woken him to his sences. He took a look up to the flickering light above him and realised that the world was not going to kill him.