mentality

I have nothing but a pencil in my right hand, and a knife in my left. I draw life in the walls, I cut life, drawing out their voice[s]. Passionate[ly] gratifying deaths for the one who gave them meaning. Sporadic, they chant my name[s].

Create. Kill. Create. Kill.

I bid to them, subservient[ly].

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