Sef sighed, it had been a long day in the office and his mood didn't seem to want to improve. His wasn't fully realising what he did, as the strange curved knife that he had bought so long ago slowly kissed the surface of his skin. The tall man gently brushed a few strands of black hair back behind his left ear. It didn't make much sense to him why the world was still spinning around itself as if not noticing what had become of this senseless folk living on it.
Nothing was going to help him to get through this all, he knew that and somehow it did not frighten him. It was his life he wasted, Sef was responsible for himself, for all of his dumb and self loathing actions.
He didn't care whether there was someone waiting for him far away in a lonely room.
They could kill themselves if they wanted to, who could possibly mind that?
Outside clouds were passing by, the sky slowly filled itself with rain and thunder. Anytime somebody could be struck by lightening. Sef thought it was a kind of funny, that all this people hurrying back to their homes didn't understand what their life was worth. Nobody recognized that they drowned the earth in an endless whirl of hate and despair.
He wouldn't be the one to tell anyone about the fate of drowning victims. It just wasn't his job.
The knife was bloody now and his originally black trousers suddenly changed into a shade of utter red. Sef was annoyed as he felt himself weaken by the loss of blood that his body had to endure at this very moment.
He picked up a little cloth from under his chair and pushed it down on his wound. Sef grimaced at the sudden state of pain he felt rising in his throat. Scowling he took his asthma spray out of his pocket and breathed in very deeply.
His day really couldn't get any worse.
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Nothing was going to help him to get through this all, he knew that and somehow it did not frighten him. It was his life he wasted, Sef was responsible for himself, for all of his dumb and self loathing actions.
He didn't care whether there was someone waiting for him far away in a lonely room.
They could kill themselves if they wanted to, who could possibly mind that?
Outside clouds were passing by, the sky slowly filled itself with rain and thunder. Anytime somebody could be struck by lightening. Sef thought it was a kind of funny, that all this people hurrying back to their homes didn't understand what their life was worth. Nobody recognized that they drowned the earth in an endless whirl of hate and despair.
He wouldn't be the one to tell anyone about the fate of drowning victims. It just wasn't his job.
The knife was bloody now and his originally black trousers suddenly changed into a shade of utter red. Sef was annoyed as he felt himself weaken by the loss of blood that his body had to endure at this very moment.
He picked up a little cloth from under his chair and pushed it down on his wound. Sef grimaced at the sudden state of pain he felt rising in his throat. Scowling he took his asthma spray out of his pocket and breathed in very deeply.
His day really couldn't get any worse.
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to be continued
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Tod und Verderben

Ein Abklatsch der Phantasie lebt nicht lange
um die traurige Wahrheit nicht anerkennen zu müssen.
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Tod und Verderben



Ein Abklatsch der Phantasie lebt nicht lange