A general mood is set, a dark place. Somewhere foreign and unfamiliar. A knife you find, something that everyone can do, hurt. Wavering around in the darkness slicing away. An object is struck. No other but another person's heart, it pulls away so it does not hurt anymore. But there is no blood on your knife. A pulsing sensation comes across your hands. Blood on your hands, YOUR WORK! Guilt engulfs you up till your heart. That's how guilty you feel. But it doesn't matter, the blood continues to run but you are soon casted into the shadow and labeled forbidden to ever enter this place - someone else's embrace.
It's about everyone in general and how much pain they can cause someone. Enough pain to shut them out for a considerable amount of time, enough to shun them into the dark corner.
"What have we all done?"
It's about everyone in general and how much pain they can cause someone. Enough pain to shut them out for a considerable amount of time, enough to shun them into the dark corner.
"What have we all done?"
1 comment:
haha i guess no one found out what it meant. Thus u explaining the whole thing.. I TOLD U SO!!!
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