I am falling..
into the deepest space of madness.
I just killed my mother, my father,
my brothers, and my sister.
All in a single moment.
Within just an hour.
These thoughts don't matter
No mourning, no names,
no sympathy for the death
i have incurred.
Now i have to run.
There are times where i cant
differentiate between reality
and what is not real.
I think this had to do
with the madness i have dealt just
I was wandering in a ghetto of
some sort, and i happened to have
had a long hunting blade i had
borrowed from a man up in his cabin.
So continuing ... The madness
i am speaking of is actually about to
There are three shapes.
each with a singular, or many fixed
points of life.
There are throats, temples, thighs, knees
,and ankles all perfectly fit to each meat
I think I can take one or two and string them
nicely to my room.
My brothers would really love that.
All day long i ran along with these
thoughts , protected them like they
were my children.
I nurtured my knife and sharpened it,
cleaned it and kept it hidden from the
harsh suns rays.
Now tonight is the time.
The supermarket was awfully close
to the forest, and since i have the
time i think I will just skip by
for some chips or something sweet.
Hiding behind a counter... I am looking
in the eyes of the cashier, looking to
see if she knew me from the papers.
well, she didn't,... or rather, she
couldn't voice any opinion on the point.
Because the point was on her... last
I keep staring at her neck like
something is going to come out and
But since there is so much blood...
i don't think it matters.
Ducking beneath the counter now, I put on
the name tag of the cashier and borrow an apron
and i am good to go.
"Are you ready to check out my man?"
i say. "ya, of course." he says.
This guy was clearly a gangster...
He had a baseball cap, some baggy beiber jeans...
and some kind of gloves he got at a thrift shop
that were leather.
So going on... I decided not to kill him.
Because he was polite... It turns out he is not
a gangster... but just a poor polite person ...
with a hand gun pointed at me.
So on my first day of the job working at
a supermarket... i was robbed as a cashier.
But my other employment quickly reminded
me of my current duties... staring at my knife
again. I liked his name on the handle of the blade.
To Curtis, with my undying love.
Well, he died ... though her love was undying.
but that's obvious.. because i wouldn't happen
to have money for something so priceless to him.
So my day at the supermarket was
catching up... kind of slowly...
I was walking slowly from behind now.
watching this old woman pick out the cheese
with her husband... I'm wondering how many
cheese slices they might devour together...
will they have candle light and wine...?
those are good wholesome questions.
Later I arrive at their house.
The dinner party isn't happening yet, but
i decided to jump in for a surprise visit.
I open the door. The old man walks up to me
and says "Hello Grandson, wasn't expecting you
to sprout up so quick... Where are your mom and
dad? Do they know you are.... .. ..thud ... thud.
Well, I didn't want to be rude. I couldn't interrupt
his sentence, which i strongly felt would be
terribly impolite... But I just couldn't
deal with the fact that he thought my mom
and dad just had to know where i was.
Because they completely know and besides that...
I am 21 years old just today.
Dragging grandpa over the patio and into
the living room. I took a soda from the fridge,
and ate some of the cheese they so tenderly
Turns out , my grandmother ended up going
to the hospital earlier to visit one of my uncles...
So sitting there,,... in a chair by the table.
I couldn't help but realize.
I was late for the party.
Lighting some candles and arranging some cheese
and wine, I took my coat off the old mans desk...
and ran upstairs to my grandpas room.
I took something there... I will be honest.
Its not exactly what you would expect...
but i took it none the less.
I took with me to the party, an orange cot.
the one that he sleeps on sometimes to
straighten his back.
Outside the house on the way to the
party... tonight being Saturday night and all.
I saw what could only be described as
awkward body rubbing, and exaggerating
mouth throthing... After watching that weird
thing for a while. I continued to the party.
It took me all night to find the house.
Even though i had written the address like
a thousand times with my knife on my wrists...
It was about... 4 am... in the morning.
I guess everyone just fell to sleep.
Nobody was really that awake...
except the guy still playing the legend
I didn't want to be rude and
bring my knife to the party. my cot was comfortable
enough so i set that up.
Drank only a beer or two... ended up puking later.
it was ... well... typical.
Waking up, I saw everyone staring at
me with a smile. There were three brothers,
small, tall, shorter, and a few women...
which were definitely too young to be here.
There were a couple of my nerd like friends
too. A fat kid ... that couldn't stand, but
kinda stood there ... And the last was my
best friend, she quickly knew exactly what
i had done, all of it ... altogether.
"Happy birthday douche" . Those were the words
from the tallest brother there.
I ended up arriving here late, and even
for my own birthday... and they called
me something ... something i don't even
know the meaning of ... quite clearly
it escaped his lips.
So i followed him home.
On his way home, he was next to some
trees in a small clearing between a few
rural houses. His brothers were far ahead..
not caring that the tallest brother
was so drunk. His name is Danny. He
was short haired, fairly muscular, a bit
on the broader shoulder type way...
He slouched as he vomited still, despite
I decided his screaming was annoying.
So this happened.
Later on... i arrived at a boat yard.
just down the way from the main square.
There were children there, a small boy
and a girl... sitting with their mother
.. feeding wretched ducks.
.... I walked on after seeing this...
with so much anger I cant even rightfully
tell you where it came from.
I ordered some chips at a place called
Tiffany square. It was called Burgers Brew...
I thought they were really a hoot.
The whole time they were missing an and.
Later in the day... I came back home.
My mother answers the door.
"Sweetie" ... then my Father comes to the hallway..
Happy birthday Son" .
Well... I might have lied about killing my Mother,
my father, my brothers and my sister... I had
no resume before, and i couldn't handle the job.
But now that i have some practice. I think
that i will be the best candidate yet.
And maybe my story can inspire the best in
people to achieve their goals in life.
I have fallen in the deepest space
I killed my Mother, my father, my brothers,
and my sister.
But i didn't need to kill Curtis.
A boy can love a boy you know.