Midnight

First blood

This shall be the first of my entries here. I bleed
through my hands as I write this, and also through my eyes,
in the form of crystalline tears which spoil the darkness
around my green eyes. Nine Inch Nails echos softly from a
nearby cd player. I mustn't wake those creatures of the
day which repose so sweetly downstairs. I have much to
tell, but am spent from the needless tears of the day and
must rest. It is barely 2am, and it is unusual for myself
to be so tired at this hour. Fare thee well, 'till the
hour in which I shall next write.