Deaths Moon. Part One.

    The sun could not come soon enough. It was as if the night claimed the world. With the night upon us you can hear the screams of the victims.. their voices are faint from the storms scattered throughout the sky. The city would be engulfed with clouds that came out of nowhere. Every night the thunder would be so loud it could make your ear drums ache with the piercing sounds that they made. The Lighting was as bright as the rays of the sun on a summer day...

       However this was the dead of night. The cold wind that blows upon my shirtless chest sends chills threw out my entire body. It feels like the snow is covering my exposed veins. All over my flesh the searing sensations of pain letting me know I am still alive. Standing above on a high rise building looking down upon them all. I stand silently, proud of what is come to pass. With the scratch marks from knives and finger nails leaving the gaping wounds in my skin for the blood to flow willingly out.. I thought to myself. "As this night progresses towards morning.. When will the sun release me from this bitterness of lonliness. This fight.. This life of murder.."