But what
happens if you still love them? What happens if after
all of that you can't stop caring about them, nor
missing her smile? The tender pressure of her nimble
little sized 4 ½ fingers, trembling as they hold you
ever so close, “You never wanted to leave her did you?
Wanted to stay with her forever? Combine!” I shiver &
cry as my life (What life?) is ending in front of me.
She is gone, & there is nothing I can do about it.
“But O is
there something I can do about it!” It has to end
tonight, him, them, her! For they have already been
counted among the dead. Yet you may think me mad! Mad,
sad, bad, all over a girl, a girl from another world, a
world long surpassed with sadness, sorrow, & pain. Well
we shall see, “We shall see tonight!”
I pick up
the remote, slowly turning off the video tape as the
actor on the screen says a few last words “Not a good
day to be a bad guy, huh Skank?” “A skank covered in
Phushia!” I snicker as & walk out the front door.
Sometimes
when the strings are cut they are just left there,
hanging, loose ends. Most people ignore them, they
happen so often by just the smallest snags in our lives.
But I can't, for me they must be knotted up, fused,
finished!
“BANG!”
That is when I tied one in my hair, that is when I
became one step closer, one man closer to the edge.
“Dead souls are calling me through the night Dejáne! Can
you hear them? No? Then here how about I give you your
ear!” I shout as I thrust it up his rear, just as he
thrusted something up mine! “No mercy for you, May God
grant you the mercy that I can not!”
“Wait
until they find him, wait until they see. Wait until
they find him, do you think they shall suspect me!” “His
body will be by the window, the other by the door, I
wonder what they shall say when they see he has been
treated like a whore.” I cackle, O how funny. |