Blood on the motorway

In my schzophrenic world, across a time and mad trip, my Soul crossed his dark shadow and...had lost...his innocence, his joyce, his blood.

Licking a cold blade, tasting an hot blood, everything mades ...it? ...me? ...crazy!

I return on my motorway to nowhere, just with an other blood tear on my consciousness, as an indelible stain.

 

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Done