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…
my mom, my step-dad, and my brother… but thier death is not in vian… they are but mere sacrifices to my gaol… of being an undead creture… yes, the angel of death told me… kill those around you, and i will grant u eternal life… kill those that are in your household… and so i did… the blood of my mom flows the best… my brother flows the worst… and that i am now immortal… i feel it around me… i can no longer taste food, can no longer sleep, and can no longer be loved… for no one loves a walking corpse… but something else is different… my sences have been sharpened… and death has no grasp on me… death… has… no… grasp on me…
Author’s note
All of my picese are works of fiction… also, i noticed taht i was spelling corpse wrong on my titles… oh wellz… all of these are thoghts that come to my head, none of these are rehearsed… thank you for your support