The dream came true...
Blood. Blood. Blood. None sense. Blood. A whirl
without ending. Blood on his hands. Blood of a
friend. Blood of someone more than a friend. He
was lost.
All his thoughts were tormented his mind as he
was heavily breathing. Thoughts which came true
but not because of him.
And one moment before he passed away he
remembered: "This knife / Left two men stiffening
/ With yellow lips. / It barely fits the hand / But
slides in cold / Through startled flesh / Till it
stops, there, / In the quivering / Dark / Roots / Of
the scream."
Everything happened as he planned even if he
had finally changed his mind.
THE END
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