Testo He Who Dies

He will die in my demise. I can feel my accomplishments through the darkness of my heart. Red is a good color for you. It will spill my pain and conflict, not judging who you are, but what you have become. A dark being of manipulation, no senses of giving abuse. I hate the way you look at me. So content and full of innocence, your silhouette provides me with a solution to my boredom. Restless in a state of terror with the taste of blood at the end of my tongue. You bring me inconvenience. With your name written on my knife, I will leave a mark when we meet again that will last the rest of your life. The color of death infects my mind. I will find success in taking your breath. I won't rest until your dead. Stars fall where you used to stand. Your pain from my hand. Feeling of displeasure. Just asking for a special favor. Signs showing of mistrust, not knowing the purpose of my goals of, of my pride, lead to a hope of a new kind. I know my path is filled with regret. The choice I made won't ever change. The scars won't ever go away. I know my path is filled with regret. Pain growing, your face is growing. Still no signs of redemption. I will only progress if I kill. Stay awake, don't rest your eyes, think of places you could hide. You could hide from me for now, but I'll find you soon somehow