EARS. THE LAST THUMP OF A HEARTBEAT MAKES A NEWBORN CRY AS THE SKY OPEN IT'S DOOR FOR ANOTHER SOUL.

KNIFE SLICE THROUGH FLESH CLEARER THAN DAYLIGHT BLINDING A BLADE OF GRASS. IT IS IN THE WAY THAT HUMAN LIFE IS A COMPLETE TRAGEDY. AS BLOOD TOUCHES

YOU SEE IT IN THE BROKEN NARCISSISTIC PSYCHOSIS OF MEN BIRTHED WITH OPEN EYES TO THE WINDOWS OF EVIL. YOU SEE IT IN THEIR DEATH-COATED HANDS AND STOLEN CHILDHOODS ROBBED BY NO ONE OTHER BUT THEIR MAKER.

TO TAKE AWAY A LIFE IS TO PLAY GOD IN THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND. DIVINE CRUELTY CRAFTED FROM THE FINEST OF FOUL SOULS. AND WHEN YOU KILL YOU FEEL THE THRILL OF BEING THE LORD BEFORE THEIR EYES. A FALSE RELIGION NEVER SEEN BEFORE AND WORSHIPED.

INTO DEATH.

SO I ASK THE SERIAL KILLER WHO TURNS SKULLS INTO BLOOMING BOUQUETS, TO RIP HIS HEAD OFF AND THE CACOPHONY OF SCREAMS FROM HIS VICTIMS AND DANCE TO THE SONG OF INSANITY. AS A MURDERER IS NOTHING MORE THAN A MISSHAPEN FORM OF PSYCHOPATHY AND FALLEN HOPE. THE DARKNESS OF HUMAN NATURE EMBODIED. A FREAK SHOW TO OUR SOCIETY THAT WE IDOLIZE AS THE PICTURE OF VIOLENCE.

I ASK THE PREDATOR WHO PREYS AND PRAYS FOR LITTLE GIRLS LIKE LITTLE LUCY TO FALL IN HIS LAP, TO EAT A WASP AND FEEL IT'S STINGER DEFLOWER HIS ANAL CAVITY. AS HE'S IMPREGNATED BY THE PAIN OF FATHERS AND MOTHERS TO BEAR A CHILD OF HIS OWN THAT IS HIM. GAZE INTO THE EYES OF YOUR REFLECTION, A MERE CHILD AND FEEL YOUR INNOCENCE DECAY.

. A VICTIM TO A MURDERER. THE HOLY TO UNHOLY.

I ASK THOSE CHOIR GIRLS WHO'RE MURDERERS AT MOONLIGHT, TO TAKE THEIR CROSS AND DRAG IT ACROSS THEIR CHEST AND PIERCE THEIR FLESH, WATCH THEIR BLOOD TRICKLE WITHIN THE DARKNESS. YOU'RE NO GODDESSES. EVEN SNAKES HAVE SPINES STRONGER THAN YOURS. I'LL TAKE YOUR HEARTS AS MINE AND FEEL THE RHYTHM DANCE IN MY PALM AS YOU SCREAM.

I ASK: OH ROMEO! WITH YOUR POISONED LIPS AND SIN SOAKED HANDS UNBURY YOUR JULIET! LET HER MOUTH CRACK YOUR TEETH LIKE A KISS AND DIE.TAKE HER DECLARATION OF LOVE BREAK YOUR NECK, FEEL A GUILLOTINE STRIKE YOUR VESSEL LIKE THE VERY PEN OF SHAKESPEARE. I ASK LOVER BOY OVER THERE TO FEEL THE VIOLENT DELIGHT TREMBLING IN HIS BONES AND WAKE UP TO A VIOLENT END. JULIET CRAWLS INSIDES YOUR NIGHTMARES, AS EVERYTHING UNRAVELS DO YOU STILL CALL HER A LIAR? ARE YOU STILL WRAPPED UP IN A MIDSUMMER DREAM? SOON THE ACTS WILL END AND I WONDER WHO WILL TRULY PIERCE THEIR HEARTS.

I ASK THE GENTLEMEN OVER THERE WHO TURN GIRL'S HEARTS INTO FIRE, TO FEAR THE FOOLISH VIRTUES THEY SCORNED, . MIND YOU; THE DARKNESS. THE ABYSS. WILL ALWAYS GAZE BACK. IMMORTALITY IS A PRICE TO PAY WHEN THE DEVIL SMILES.

DEAR AMERICA. A WRITTEN LETTER FOR YOUR SINS LOUDER THAN THAN THE SOUNDS OF SLAIN CHILDREN. HOW MANY LIVES WERE LOST IN THE CASUALTIES? THOSE BULLETS HAVE MORE RIGHTS THAN ANY HUMANS HAS IN A HUNDRED YEARS. NOTHING WILL CHANGE NO MATTER HOW MUCH I SCREAM. I'M THE PRODUCT OF THE AMERICAN DREAM BECAUSE I HAD TO BE ASLEEP TO BELIEVE IT. I'M AWAKE NOW AND THE TRUTH HURTS SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN BREATH. THE SECOND AMENDMENT IN MY SECOND LIFE PROTECTS THE LIVES OF THOSE WHO MATTER. BUT FOR NOW LET ME WALK OVER THE CORPSES OF TIGHT-LIPPED TEENS AND COLD-EYED KIDS.

THERE IS SLAUGHTER ON MY MIND.

AM I PSYCHOTIC?

AND I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S BLOOD ANYMORE.

LIKE A VIOLENT AFTERNOON DREAM SEIZING THE PIT OF MY STOMACH AS I FALL INTO FEAR.

AND YET—

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AH YES,

I'VE DIED.

[poetic recollections of a madwoman who said nothing and everything at once.]