ExoFireBlade

I sat on a chair, with a gun in my hand. A cool head and a song of a band. I gazed upon the dead bodies lying on my hips. All while I'm licking my lips. The shells rattle as I step. Skull cracks as I stomp. As my conscience wept. I smiled eeriely. My breathing, steadily. Holding the gun before me. I smiled with glee. As I pull the trigger. The bullets scatter. The heads splatter. Am I living no longer? I watch my parents fall to the ground. I clench the gun in my hand a machete in the other looking down as my heart pounded heavily blood dripped from my chin and fell to the faces below I grinned happily as I looked at the bodies under I lift m