The War is going on. Some days I can't stand the pain, the noise of clanching swords, the smell of the the blood. Some days I see only in red and black, the red of the spilled blood, and the black of the darkness around me.
Some other days I ask for more. More blood, more pain, more heads that roll away, more open chests. I want more violence. I need more violence to stay alive, to keep out of me my rage, my weakness, the darkness. And then, when I don't feel anymore, I'm safe. Without a soul, but safe.
I need to stay alone, it's the only way not to wound anybody but myself. I need to stay away from anybody who is not strong enough for me, who is not pure enough for me. I don't have the strenght to carry anybody else. I don't have the strenght to fight without inflicting too much pain. I want to survive. I can kill to survive. I don't want to kill or hurt the wrong people
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