It is a cold night tonight, I shutter with the chill, perhaps suppressible once I have taken a little pills. A little Methamphetamines for the pain, some Thorazine for the brain, & a few Prozac's to keep me a little more sane. They are all doctor prescribed I swear, I have the prescriptions, but I don't know where.

        But why should all that matter now? For my life has ended. “It ended a year ago! I still remember that night!” “You loved her didn't you?”

        I am going to go see him, I am going to go see the pink one, the one with the blond Afro weave, he sticks tennis balls in his shirt just to get a little cleave. I walk up the stairs with little to no care, & go a knocking on the door, he heard me, & goes to check whom it is for. I grin as I see him, the fear welling up in his eyes as I split his face with my forty-five. He never saw what was coming that dirty little whore, maybe next time he will remember to never unlock the door. After that I stuck him with my knife, then hurled him toe over head, his back twisted around the railing, it added just so I could make sure he was dead. If you would ask me am I sure, I would testify, there is a body on the railing that I can't quite identify. I wish, I really wish I could reassure you, but I am not that kind of guy. The floor is kind of slippery for the pavements are all wet. It is sticky just like blood, for his death day is now set.

        “They're all going to die!” They're all going to die! As I psych myself up for one last night. Three down & three left to go, halfway through, three more left to blow, & then, then I can go.

        There is a knock on the door, as they ask me to come out, but I don't listen, & just let them shout. They kick the door in, ask me to put my hands up in the air, that is when I smiled to them, little did I know it might just end right there. The shot rang out, my soul now at peace, my brains blowing slightly in the wind headed a little east.