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I relapsed again.
Blood pain death lust scent
I can't tell one from the other anymore.
Touch love hunger wrath
I will hunt them down. If only to stop from feeling so numb. |
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I'm painting again. Large black canvases with slashes of red on them. The sound and rhythm of the brush hypnotizes me and I wake up after it's done. The gaze before me makes me scream and I quickly discard the evidence in the fireplace. Then I'm entranced to watch it all char away.
Each time I save a little scrap of the black char and piece it together.
I almost have a painting from it all now. Little pieces of char.
The stench of it invades my house and I blame it on the rodent traps.
...where are they?
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