................death..:
........(c)keyser soze..:
One day the thread of my days will break,
A minor note will pierce my ears
But I'm chasing after her myself,
Not knowing that she would take my soul.
he stood in front of a man sprawled on the concrete, bleeding
a man in whom the last signs of consciousness were fading. now
this is already a formless mass, and not a person. it's more of a creature
bathed in his own blood, lying on dirty concrete
floor of a ten-story building on the outskirts of the city, or rather in its very
uninhabited part. the man standing next to him looked greedily
to the suffering of a once former person. he was getting excited
drooling sweetly at the thought that it will all be over
after a second or two and, oh God, how I didn’t want to rush things, but
he could watch forever, at least it seemed so to him
that moment. he liked to look at this one begging for help
look, but apparently the former personality, helplessly
lying on the floor, it was no longer possible to utter a word, alas.
force, occasionally only groans were heard, and even then they came from
labor.
blood flooded the tenth floor landing. in this house, whatever
to say, in almost the entire city few would pay attention to
the groans of a dying man,occasionally wheezing, catching with almost motionless lips
air and trying to spit out his own blood, constantly
filling his mouth. It's strange that he hasn't thrown his skates away yet
exhaustion and lack of blood.
blood was already flowing down the roadway, slowly, slowly overcoming
step by step. and so he began to lose the remnants of his feelings.
The seconds kept dragging on and time became depressing. in front of the head
all life flashed by, long-forgotten things were remembered and again
went away.
his body was covered with abrasions and knife wounds,
blood slowly poured into his eyes. his lips curl hysterically
choked sobs. How long will he last? he couldn't
imagine such a drastic turn in your life before. really
no one will come to help? he curled up into a ball, writhing from everything
the oncoming pain.
he was trembling and thoughts filled his head. then he became
understand something that he didn’t understand before... it seemed to open up to him
the meaning of life and all the secrets of the universe, but ... was suddenly struck
the decisive impatient blow that came to his skull. in an instant
The last thread he was holding on to was broken. this world
kicked him out with his stinking foot into the other world.
the man who dealt the final blow, standing over the whole time
him and who mercilessly watched all this action felt
moral satisfaction that drug addicts feel afteranother dose that can only be felt at such a sight.
he realized that this was the only thing that made him ecstatic. confirmed
what he had doubted for so long, his mental
health. This was the only way to check it. who
knew exactly who he would meet at the moment he made his decision? a
After all, he didn’t dare for a long time, but something pulled him to do it.
finally everything became clear and fell into place, he was born into
killer. he tightened his grip on the knife that had only been in use for five minutes
ago tormented what now lies curled up in front of him
face down, a body on whose face was frozen the grimace of dying tormentors
ny.
he understood why God, if he exists, created him. now he
will give a lot and do everything to repeat his experience... again and again
again...
...end...
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