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My World
Like empty shell catridges.
Pale grey snowflakes fall upon the land.
In this vast,empty and forsaken world.
In the cold and still air.
A thick fog lingers and crawls.
The aftermath of a thousand smoking barrels.
Screams of anguish and agony fill the air.
The symphony of a thousand vanquished souls.
Yet.
Like an oasis in a desert.
A river flows miraculously.
Through the centre of this barren and alien landscape.
A river like no other however.
It's colour resembling.
The very source of life that courses through our veins.
It's source.
A bottomless pit.
Filled with vengeance and regret.
A river of blood.
However.
This world.
Was not completely devoid of human existence.
Sitting at the water's edge.
A lone figure stares at the river silently.
Running his fingers through the river waters at the same time.
Upon lifting his hand up.
He realizes that his hand is soaked in blood.
Momentarily.
Terror and helplessness struck his heart.
While at the same time.
Sadness and loneliness overwhelmed him.
And suddenly.
He wished that he was dead.
Yet.
At the very next moment.
The feelings were all gone.
Left behind.
Forgotten.
And for no reason at all.
He felt strangely excited all of a sudden.
He no longer felt any fear or helpnessless.
But instead.
Completely fearless.
And all powerful.
And like a drug addict.
He began thristing for more.
He did not want this wonderful feeling to stop.
He wanted to feel this power in every inch of his body.
Thus.
Like an insane man.
He began splashing the river waters wildly.
Soaking his arms.
His legs.
His entire body.
With blood.
Yet.
That still did not satisfy him.
Giving out an insane and blood curdling scream.
He dived straight into the river.
His burning desire already overriding his senses.
He wanted every inch of his body to have this wonderful feeling.
And for a moment.
He did feel the wonderful feeling.
Course through his entire body.
The feeling of absolute power.
But.
Only for that moment.
As the river water filled his mouth.
He suddenly realised that is tasted uncomfortably familiar.
It tasted coppery.
Almost like blood.
No.
In fact.
It was blood.
And all of a sudden.
The wonderful feeling he felt before disappeared.
As absolute terror and helplessness struck his heart once more.
Only this time.
It felt worse.
Much worse.
He was drowning.
The blood was in his eyes.
He couldn't see.
It was in his lungs.
he couldn't breathe.
It was everywhere.
And he was dying.
.......
No.
It is I.
I am dying.
I am the lone pathetic soul in this forsaken world.
I was blinded by vengeance.
And still is.
I allowed vengeance to take over my heart.
My entire body.
My very soul.
And now.
Vengeance shall take my life as well.
Do I regret?
Of course I do.
But.
What can I do?
This is just another day in my life.
The ending of a day and the dawning of another.
Yes.
I would die.
But.
History will repeat itself again.
And again.
And again.
Forever.
And ever.
Till eternity.
This is my world.
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