His blood stained the knife in a beautiful, glistening way, peircing more then his skin, but his soul as well. This wasnt like his normal cutting he did to distract the pain from his family dying before his eyes, no, this time he stabbed the switchblade all the way down. he was tired of living with a demon infested, pillage crawling soul that constantly yearned for death and thirsts for blood. and if that shadow didnt overcast him enough, there were all those eyes staring down at him everyday.