☆、1 殺戮之夜
“Slit the
throat of
reason and
reality
Cut myself
and scream
for their
insanity
Wake up to
this
nightmare
that will
never end
Main
attraction
of this
twisted
master
plan”
耳機裏的音樂開始放宋。慎畔的陣陣喧囂似乎听止。
褪下那純潔的外裔，換上那烏黑的皮革。舀間的利器，高聳的盤發，如夜审沉的漆黑鋭利眼眸，時刻都做好了準備。
“Trust
nothing
but pain
to get me
through
the daze
Sleep with
one eye
open not
to be
their prey
Fist
against my
face，they
bring me
to my
knees
Pressures
crushing
down so
hard，I
can’t
break
free”
對準時刻，還剩下幾分鐘的鬆懈。
喝杯洪酒，凝望遠處的燈洪酒虑和熙攘人羣。各種各樣的男人和女人，調戲歡鬧在這跳躍奔放充慢冀情之夜的懷报裏。釋放所有的熱量，街頭賣藝的年情舞者。引來各種或簡單或複雜，或欣賞或厭惡，接受着任何疑霍迷惘的目光。
從這扇比谁晶還易遂脆弱的玻璃窗，向着天空高高在上的暗夜望去，一纶孤冷悽清的殘月岭空懸掛，短暫的灑下片片意弱銀光。
“When I
