Bloodshedders, also known as killers are just like us. Living among us. Believe it or not, they're the nicest people you'll ever meet. I don't know about the rest but the ones I know don't kill for pleasure. They only kill 'cause they have to. If they don't, they'll get wasted. If they stop being a killing machine who's always ready to send another one to kingdom come, their precious families might get hurt. Family is the only thing that matters to them. They have to protect their wives, their children. Enemies are waiting on every corner like vultures, waiting for a fuck up to scavenge. All the bloodshedders are alike each other. They all drink, they all have mistresses, they all want their woman in kitchen or in bed. Not anywhere else. They all have a fucked up childhood. If you're new to them, they won't tell you about anything. If you're lucky and they like you, they still ain't gonna tell you shit. You have to make them like you and you also have to get them drunk as fuck. And then, you'll know what it's like to kill. What a curse and a bliss it is at the same time. Only then, you'll know the everlasting anger lying under their skin.
Time to talk about living on the edge, necessity of looking behind constantly. It's also the main problem of being a bloodshedder. I am not a killer, yet I know what it's like to live on the edge. It's a fucked up world and I ain't no saint. Imagine you can't fucking sleep in your own fucking house 'cause somebody might be at your door, waiting for the right fucking moment to break in and kill you in your fucking sleep. And when you sleep, your eyes are fucking opened and there is a gun under your pillow, right next to your dagger. You go out to get some air, you're very sleepy and you have to look back constantly. Because you haven't slept more than 30 minutes for the last 3 days, you walk like a fucking retard. You're so tired and sleepless that your mind stops fucking working and you don't know where you are or why you are there. A good song gets stuck in your mind quietly and that's the only good you're gonna get from that life. You're aware of nothing but your enemies. Life goes on as your conscience fades away. I wish you a good luck livin' like that 'cause it's no way to live. You won't last long.
"Mama Said" by the legendary Metallica. I'll be back.
