torn flesh.
hands bathed in crimson.
smoke rising from a distance.
screams lulling me.
my vision blurs.

footsteps follow me.
shadows dance behind.
i run as fast as i can.
chest tightens.
legs grow tired.




mouth muffled with a bloody gag.
fingers outstretched, clawing no one.
pulse racing.
anticipation peaks.
i release a heavy sigh.


“no, don’t please!”


a glint of metal.
eyes screaming inaudible pleas.
blade disappears behind a curtain of flesh.

“please stop!”

tears mix with blood.
saliva bubbling with fear.
each stab inexplicably satisfies the hunger.


About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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