I lie awake in my bed
Covered in
sweat
A dripping cold sweat
that cascades slowly down the surface of my pale skin.
I stare blankly at the
sharpened blade before me
Gently, even lovingly,
caressing the handle,
running my gothic fingers
over its cutting edge.
The sky is especially
black this evening
It makes me
happy.
From the dwelling next
door I hear laughter.
A vapid, perfunctory
cackle that fills me with rage.
My morbid seclusion is
affronted by such frivolity.
Again I stare at the
blade
An object of ritual
with
a grand, malevolent
air.
It is
beautiful.
I gently raise the knife
so that it is held before my eyes.
It shall be consecrated
in blood
As I am wont to do
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