Surging through my soul a cold over comes like a dive into the ocean at midnight. I felt the blood spilling on me fresh from your open wounds warming my numb frozen body. That night I saw myself stabbing you in the dark without missing a slash and oh what a feeling.

Every bit of this action exhilerating and each moment surpased the next. Your death never crossed my minds and your muffled screams did nothing to make me stop. It never entered my mind how wrong it was yet in the back of my mind i knew it wasn't right but it felt it.

I choked up and teared for you. and nothing but darkness surrounded us. Sharp prickly pain on my body none the less i continued to relieve my stress. the stifness in my bones From the repetitive action and the cold that consumed my flesh was equally amazing in comparison to the pleasurable feeling of the warm substance that dripped like delicate dew off my body.

The anger still raged on and it overcame me and motivated me to keep strangling, struggling stabbing and dragging this now corpse around. As if by force it all came to an end and when the darkness was lifted i knew i was insane. I never knew the one i angered the most was myself. There my lifeless body lay cold numb covered in blood the wounds deep to the bone. Now I understand what i've done.

I've murdered myself. everytime I doubt my slef i die. I'm the only one that can sabotage my life.

We all do this to ourselfs therefore we are all murders at heart.