When the bluebird sang,

I killed someone else last night. It was a he, again. I can still remember his feature clearly. He was wearing a tux with a black tie and a pair of sunglasses, just like an FBI. He had a round, boyish face with a simple buzz-cut as his hairstyle. I killed him with a long sword that I'd snatched away from someone special. If I'm not wrong, I'd killed him out of anger. Out of anger from taking something away from me. Out of anger from taking someone away from me. Lol. The clicheness. Kills me. I feel like reading a cheesy manga all of a sudden now. Lol. :o