sarge1221

I didn't mean to do it...really...I never do. It just...slips. I see people around me, just like myself, living their everyday lives hour by hour. And sometimes...sometimes I simply want to escape. This routine...this...daily routine... My eyes start getting itchy. My fingers twitch inside my skin. The meat-knife in my hand... It's worse when I find my cattle. Lazing about, wandering around aimlessly with those agonizingly bored looks. They feel it too. Society is a cage. I don't know why it happens. Or how. It simply does. Hack. Hack. Metal slicing through bone. Screams vibrating against the drums of my ears. Eyes bulging in fright un