Its an extention of my hand , my rifle. Reaching out and Destroying anything in its parth and stealing souls of the living. Like me the shell is bursting to release. Excitment of the blast and the smell in the air, the smell of death. Watch the soul slip away. Blood gushing. Still twitching. I watch closely. Nothing, no remorse, no sadness, no guilt. Nothing. I have no soul. Like a cat, i only pause for a second, and slink off undetected though the long golden grass, focasing on my next victom.
I wasnt always like this. I was once soft and kind hearted. I was once compassionat and sensetive. Now i feel nothing. Nothing to hold me back. Im free. Free of feelings and truths. Just a singularity exists now, swollowing souls.