Blood

The demons of the past are circulating inside of a boy. Their scarlet ignorance, hate and pride, any grace, love or truth unidentified. The way they put lies in his mouth. 'How could you even do that?', shouted his corrupted mind. The way he connects to those fiends. Please, I am begging, said the organs inside. The way that he hates every drop of himself, and — I fell on the ground to cry, hoping that connection will die. Is it really the essence of his life? I don't want to be just like them, and the only way to cut them away — Do they have the right in what he does? Before it's too late, I have to end....