It’s rather difficult to comprehend what’s going on in situations of mass chaos
There’s a man laying in a pool of his own blood, next to a young child with his arms detached, a box of knives, a pile of rags, an overturned safe.
How can one possibly make sense of it all with the constant buzzing of the fan…
Slaughter
Blood
Chaos
Calm
That’s how it happens
Lives so precious taken in an instant, from the conception of the ****** carried through to this serene silence of the scene at hand
Calm
That’s where we are now,
the tranquil peace of the absence of life, no struggling, no pain
just vacant stares and the crimson red of the blood pooling around their bodies
There’s something beautiful about the silence
something that draws you in, yet the eerie nature of it brings you a sense of dread
A sense of dread that I created
…drip
…drip
…drip
I think to myself, it must be raining outside, but I know that can’t be true…
I look down to see my palms are raining blood