Les oeuwrez - story "Murder".

..........Murder..:
.........(c)Schafft..:

   What prompted me to do this? wish? revenge? hatred? Where from
should I know this?  But still, it happened... no, I'm completely
I don't blame myself. I will not make excuses, reproach or blame for anything
yourself and others.  I don't really care what happens
further. I feel good about what happened, what I was striving for
a very long time ago.  And I'm not sorry for the time I spent when
I was preparing to be present at this moment...

   I don't know if anyone has ever felt like you
completely free, pure, light as a bird. You can do
anything. This cruel, vain world no longer concerns you,
which remains far behind... it was at this moment that I
got this feeling. I have never even experienced such a feeling
when I took drugs, and I tried quite a few things in my
life. No, it was simply indescribable... beyond bliss.

   I looked at my hands. Fresh blood dripped from them. She
dripped from my fingers onto the ground and rolled into dusty balls. This
there was a wonderful metamorphosis.  Fresh pure blood fell down,
covered with a thick layer of sand, because of which it was impossible
see this pure scarlet liquid. The same is true for humans.
When he is born, he is pure, light, and bright. He's starting to
life, he makes a career, gets around his family... but suddenlycomes
the moment when everything collapses... He loses his position in society,
he gets kicked out of work, his wife leaves him... he falls. Falls in
a bottomless abyss, and he can no longer stop. But everything
it always comes to an end... no, he doesn't die, no. He
falls into the mud, and this mud covers him. She covers
it from the real world, creeps into the soul and settles in
heart.  After this, a person is no longer a person, he is a ball of dirt,
which is barely noticeable on the road called life.

   Licking my profusely bloody finger, I closed my eyes,
enjoying the taste of blood. Now I understood those people who
often go to satanic sects and drink sacrificial blood.
The salty-sour taste left a pleasant sensation in the mouth. I
licked his dry lips and sucked on the one that had not yet had time to curl up
blood. This gave me truly sadistic pleasure.

   Now one of those people is finished.  He won't
exist, he will not be touched by adversity, problems, minor
troubles.  He will not be disturbed by this life, because he has
he is no longer there... yes, simply not.  I took his life. And I'm glad
this.  Not everyone would be capable of this, but I was able to overcome
yourself, cross the line, step over yourself. rise from
this dust and throw off the hanging dirt.  Finally see everything
the truth, all the lies of this world.  Ilooked at the bloody weapon
murders - bright steel from which dripped, sparkling in the sun
blood is purity, now there is purity in everything...

   Tired of standing in the wind, I leaned against the wall and slid down,
squatting down. Yes, a lot of time has passed. I'm very tired
Still, you don’t have to do this every time - you had to
rest.

...

   On the outskirts of the city near an old abandoned house lay
man.  It looked like he was sleeping, but it seemed
disappeared immediately if you looked closely at it. Man lying in a puddle
blood.  It seemed he was tormented not only physically, but also
spiritually, the strange face mask froze in an absurd expression. Both
his arms and torso were striped.  These wounds are long gone
blood was flowing.  And they remained ugly and rough on the body
worms covering the entire body.

   And yet it seemed that he was simply asleep and waiting for something, not
looking at the blood, despite any facial expression, and not
looking at the bloody blade, which he clutched in a frozen
hand.   The blade was covered in dried blood and smeared with
dirt...

...end...