its fascinating how the blood drips from fingers onto the floor. its the little things that make it worth it.the serated blade penetrates her skin, dhe feels a rush of pain, and warm welcoming. the blade slid through her flesh as an eel does the sea. without hesitation. the sweet taste of destruction, waces of impurity wash away the memories.she keeps falling off this straight and narrow line. the calm embrace of a sedated mind.temulent temptress,foolish and vacant, the crimson droplets seem more like tears, after it's done and over with, shes left with immortal impurity, eternal emptiness.