We are IN LOVE WITH BLOOD
Buried in sand.
Revered by man.
See if you can.
Chop off your hand.
I DARE YOU TO-
"I think I love you even more now than I did when you were alive."
What it reminded everyone of was fairly obvious once they stepped into the living room.
Now they understood where the rest of Sangre's money went.
It had gone to repair bills.
Knives, vials of smoking, broken liquid littered the carpet in the living room. But that wasn't all.
The scent finally revealed itself.
It was blood.
It was everywhere - staining the carpet and smeared against the walls, the window at the far wall smashed and sealed up with heavy wooden boards, the black curtains that used to hang now in tendrils of fabric on the floor beneath. The couch was overturned and ripped to shreds, the stuffing hanging out shamelessly. The coffee table was snapped in two, and the TV had a massive hole in the middle of the screen. Papers and folders and books were everywhere, some red with blood but the rest stained with age and tears.
Deep scratches littered the walls and carpet - dents covered the walls from where a body had slammed into it - signs of struggle could be seen.
But was the struggle an outside one?
Messages - written in crazed mindsets with blood - stained the walls - most illegible.
But one huge one - one that looked like it had been written not even a day ago - was on the far wall, written in massive letters over the wood blocking the window.
"KILL ME PLEASE" The message went in long, dripping, messy red letters. And underneath it, in smaller print,
"I don't deserve to live"Then smaller still,
"I don't want to be afraid anymore"Sangre... lived
HERE?
((Oh... morbid...))
We are a people that are obsessed with Death.
Killing each other without regret.
Watching as the blood always splatters wet,
It is time for us now to be put to rest.
-SWALLOW THE FILTH
I KNOW YOU WANT TOTainted by BLOOD DIAMONDSYou know you're a monster when
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