I EMBRACED YOUR DOWNFALL, LETTING
TREPIDATION LEISURELY BECOME DEVOID
LAMENTATIONS. “COME TO ME, LET ME TREAT
YOU WITH POISONED SURGICAL,
⤒
(23.25) 🍽️
Inject you with snake-venom that would make you succumb instantly.” My eyes were crimson, soon as moon touched my core, I sat on The Altar, momentarily my desire executed.

      

       
Bandages bound my body, bloody wounds all over mine, legs could not stand firmly—almost bereave when knife stabbed my victim. I poisoned their brains, chasing their soul, becoming maglinant nightmate though I could not see brightness outside. My equilibrium was devastated, there was mere horrendous and wholly heartache that bound me. Blackness became dwell, ambiguous scent around hospital came from bodies I murdered. Until they cannot feel alive again, breathing in their damnation to escape. “You would be evermore entrapped, unable to secede, sole to continue lamenting till your tears dry.”

— TESTIMONIAL. IMPENETRATE, PADLET.
       (BLEMISHED: MALICIOUS NURSE.)
    HAUNTING.    BLOOD AND CORPSE. 🩸
       291.     THE GRUDGE.     DOGGONED.
       

     

THE DEMONS CHEER.
YOUR CATERWAULS MIGHT
NOT BE HEARD BY THEM. 🌡
(THIS HOSPITAL, HAS BECOME A
PRISON FOR YOU WHOM ENTRAPPED.)

Lord.. I stabbed repeatedly, listening to them curse-me with heart torn apart, crammed with wounds and hollowness. My madness has merged with evil of karma, fires of gehenna cannot reach unstoppable outrage in my soul. Lamenting for my presence, screaming in trepidation while I slaughter one-by-one without merciness. Lulling, disintegrating the brittle bones, letting them crumble with poisonous I inject.

     TESTIMONIAL: SCREEN-PHOTOS.
     THE SADISM METAPHOR OF DREAD.
                                   ⤒

I would continue murder, until their voices cut-off by demised. Listen to my screams, instructing you to crumble in darkness. The abyss I made, in this hospital would constantly haunt you. No matter where you are, I shall always hunts you. Walking unsteadily, I am nurse whom might consume every blood and tear of yours, no one to rescue you until you completely rotten beneath my torment.

     

      

CARMIC CYCLE THAT CHAINED ME.
THROAT CUTTED, TONGUE STABBED. 🩸
⭏  OH.. TO BE EXECUTED BY BLOODBATH.

The chime-rang, church closed their windows with long-hanging curtains. Thick darkness—made their bodies shiver, pleading to God, that I would not intrude their hall. I was an aggressive, decaying spirit, they expected me to discontinue before I was wholly satisfied.

      A NURSE: BUTCHERLY MEDICINE.
      BLOOD IN MY HANDS, ROTS YOURS.
         ⤍   WHAT THEY HONEST-UTTER.

I remembered everything, faces of those whom were slaughtered and managed to escape, most to them run-to church and sat there with their knees touching floor, blood pouring, I could smell it undoubtedly. The smells that I would devour, their scrutinies of resignation and knowing that today they succumbed, disappeared from world and rotted with me. My knife stabbed every breath they took, hearts that would become memories for me to keep, savoring every alarum of my madness.