Peanut butter sandwiches and orange juice smoothies, the smell of fresh-cut grass, blue skies and the warmth of the sun, self-sacrificing bastards living life for too long, drowning beneath the waves of unimportance, clutching wildly at whatever moves on the other side, wanting, needed, desperately seeking something, justice, damnation, self-gratification, let the carnage begin as I reshape the world in my image, through my eyes, by my hand, with my voice, this world will be a new kind of hell, gone will be the light, dead will be the grass, rotting food, putrid milk, a world without forgiveness, my blade soaked in the blood of all, for the queen will soon be silenced as the princess makes her move..
