I'm a murderer in pen and ink. I have killed so many, if only on the page. The trail of carnage does not cause me regret. Someone had to die, and I'm the one who did it with the bloody sword of thought. My hands, so wicked, gripped her neck and the strangle hold began in the theater of the mind. The breaking was easy, after the first time. Yet the thoughts, the feelings, the pain of both--murderer and victim were mine. The ski masked killer getting off while everything she had ever experienced was flashing before her eyes. She didn't know why, I took it all away--why my rage at the world was targeted at her. The last sound of Harmony's voice not music but a choke and a gag--the game done. Another beautiful, blue faced girl, left behind in the stream of consciousness. From beginning to end, I am alpha and omega here in the black hole. The white rabbit runs knowing someday I'll get him too, whether by bow and arrow, axe murder, vampire, or alien...it only depends on the mood of god.
-posted by Nobius 11:19 AM 