Humming
KILL HIM KILL HIM NOW
They will pay. I am Lord of the Morning.
I must kill him.
Death rides on my shoulder, death walks in my footsteps; I am death…
We all have our limits. And we set them further out than we have any right.
Dead men should be quiet in their graves, but they never are.
Hums softly & tugs earlobe
Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you’re alive.
Where are all the dead? Why will they not be silent?
