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BLEED

"Why does blood have to be red?"

"Why does it have to be thick and sticky?"

I kept on wondering as I sat there watching the blood dry on my knee.

I can't remember how long I have been in the same position but it must be a really long time because my toes are having a tingling sensation.

The only feeling I have now is the burning heat in my chest as it slowly rises and falls.

I am used to the heat around me.
I mostly forget about it.
I simply enjoy my anger.

It feels good.
It feels empowering.

I close my eyes and open them after sometime.
And I feel consumed.

My chest rises and falls continuously.
And my eyes burn like the flame of hell.

I like this feeling.
I like the rage.
I like the painful anger.

I look closely and see the blood has stopped flowing.
I hear breathing and a growling sound as I walk towards it.

With a heavy chest, burning eyes and closed bloody fists.
You would think I'm in pain.

I lost that feeling eons ago, as a well as, fear and sadness.
They where dead.

I buried them.