The blood in my hand remind me of bitter thoughts without any regret.
His head covered with thick blood appear as deoxygenated blood to me.
I feel elusive at the same time a great relief also.Before there were heavy thunder and lightning, but now it's cleared and iam comparing my situation to it.what if quagmire and anormous relief come together?He is dead now and I should accept the fact because iam the only victim of this murder. No, It's better to say iam the murderer. I screamed without fears.....