The winds sweeps across my face. I look up. Beautiful, the moon is nearly full. My gaze starts downwards and finally sets on a desolate path through the park. A walk, maybe that will settle my thoughts. I long for companionship, something I have not had in, for what is seems, eternity. A movement. I listen attentively. Nothing, just some russled leaves. Arggg, I long for blood and waisting my time in this god forsaken park is getting me nowhere. Still, the solitude and quietness is something familiar. If only I wasn't so alone...
I panic. Is there someone watching? No, its just my imagination again. I bend over for one more taste; the warm, sweet nectar, embraces me once again and sends me into that heightened place. The place that reminds me of yesteryear and the place where I forget the worries and stresses of everyday society. It's finished. I let it drop from my grasp as I start to stand. A drop runs down my chin, then falls to the ground. The darkness envelopes me...
It runs warm down the flesh of my arm, I glance. The sweet pain and comfort it brings to me is instant. One more sweep against the metal and more trickles down. My anger, despair and loneliness disapears into a puddle on the floor. I feel at peace, for once the walls are not pounding, there are no screams, no bright lights...just solitude. There is just me and a single blade, tied together in a demonic embrace. I love every minute, it releases me...
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