• V 1.01
    Bit by bit, the blood spews from the heart. Back and forth in little intervals that keep the body alive. That is why the blood must be removed from it all, so that death may encase your soul and that you shall be trapped in the darkness of the demonic realm. Not only will they feed on your soul, I will feed on your blood so you will have nothing left in life. Nor will you have anything in death. Beat, my little hand, let the pulsing veins run through the creators of command, through the bending of will, and through the cage of the beast.(The Hand To The Arm To The Shoulder To The Ribs) Crunching sounds will be coming from you once I figure out how you construct this feeling, and then I shall de-construct the very hollow entrance that once helped you commit all the murders you have done.
    Kill them with your pulse, it's the only thing you really know. But don't you know that you have spilt the blood of someone innocent? Don't you know that I wish for you to bleed out your eyes until all you can see is what you have done being reborn into your sights and overwhelmed by the whole of it that the blood runs down the cheeks of your face. That it will drip to the floor and drown you in your own demise. I hope that guilt is your only feeling after I come to you, because if not...then shall the arms of my body enstrangle you until the blood flows from the throat, until you choke on the very essence of yourself.
    Let me calm down a little...Maybe then I can understand your motives, but I still do not know why you act upon something so incapable of a person with so little feeling. It is only emotion that drives people to do the things they do in life. So if it is little emotion that you have, then why do you do so much on such little things, why do you exaggerate such accusations? Now that I have spoken of what I have done, it is the time that I will not calm down anymore, because I do not understand. I will never understand what is going on here.
    Ink is now what you have replaced with blood, and it keeps you running around in the house. I never thought of the idea that you have given a chance, and that is why I can't begin to understand you. It is a chance that I will give once, but only twice if I feel like it's deserving of the situation. Crank...Crank...Crank...Now my heart is running again, even if no blood is going through at the time...if you surprise me with something, there may be a drop left to cycle through the body. Is that why it's hurting so much? Is that why I'm crying inside. because of some little drop holding all that I am inside to save me from that fate that has conquered others. Heat is going through my body, like my heart is trying to tell me I still have a chance. But what about the ink?
    Substitute my life with that of what it should really look like. Rip my carcass from this spot, eat the meat off it and put it back there so you can see the ink covered heart I have. To think about it...It all happened such a long time ago, and until now it all seemed so blank and confusing. I have learned to solve puzzles finally, because feelings are just riddles hiding away in the voice of people. When I was young, I bled through sickness. I was always the kid who seemed so joyous, but when it came to strangers, I didn't know how to express the joy in me. I did not understand the riddles that they held in their hearts. I thought of them as outcasts, and eventually...I was the one who was the real outcast. I bled through being an outcast because no one noticed. I stayed joyous around the natural people, and day by day, I fell down onto a road I did not know. It was deserted like none other I seen.
    The road of a thousand whispers I called it. All I did was whisper there, all I did was cry because I had no one to talk to. Somedays though, I had visitors...But eventually they left, in fear of staying here...In fear of me. I started to realize that's what a friend was in the real world. I wanted to understand them...I didn't know why they did what they did. It hurt me a thousand times than normal, it hurt till the point where I started to bleed. My bone marrow began to become diseased, my brittle bones fell apart inside. The black infected blood, it dried around the veins and eventually it infected the bloodstream...The heart knew what was to be of this incident. It knew that I was finally dying on the inside. Finally now, my blood would be falling down the drain. Maybe then could I understand what it is that you thought.
    I...I can no longer write down things from...from...I can't do it...I dont know how to put it...No one can...understand why...I...why I am bleeding. I hope you understand that...