User:Logan Moore

Watching my brother die was one of the hardest things I've ever had to watch. Watching the warm syrup like blood run down his neck was painful. Watching his lifeless eyes look into mine as if I could help him. Watching the cold steel repeatedly enter and exit the would on the side of his head was unbearable. Watching my hand on the hilt of my father's favorite knife take the life of my poor brother. Something about that day satisfied my internal hunger for death. I wish I could of helped him.