You want to make me feel better? Provide me with someone I can murder. Some scumbag tied to a chair. Pleading to b let go, pleading but I’m not moved. I’ll pull out my blade and carve out my pain. Listen to his screams, listen as he crys until he knows my pain. Until we are brothers in pain. Until he begs for death. Yes my brother, I’ll grant you the cessation of pain that I cannot have. The blade Slipping underneath the sternum. Into your heart. As you die, I am empty.