Love SICK
No more time to play around, sis will be home soon! You drag the bodies in the house and into the basement where you put them aside for later use. You put your clothes back on and check on your patient who is now unconscious. Good, you now have peace to work on your poem.
You begin to put your feelings to paper as quickly as you can. As you write you think it's curious how you can easily write nice things about her. You have don't really have good feelings at all towards most people; all you have is distain, and a wish to hurt them badly.
It's basically as if you save all your pleasantness for her and why not? She's the only one who's ever stood by you. Right from the beginning
You remember when you made your first kill, back in high school. You killed your so called best friend Johnny because he was annoying you and being unbelievably stupid. You two were in your room arguing over music. He claimed that Poison was the best band in the world, and you were insisting that Motely Crue was the best band in world! Then you he called you a faggot for liking them and then you ended up taking a straight razor that you'd been using on a cat the day before, and slashed him across the goddamn eyes! As he was screaming you turned up "Dr. Feelgood" really loud to drown it out and started to carve his face off! Naturally this noise attracted your sister who was in the house trying to study and she came in to tell you to turn it down. You can only imagine that you looked like a deer in the headlights when she opened the door to find you butchering your best friend, but she didn't run, scream or even ask why you did it; she just said you needed to get rid of the body before mom got home. You and her dug a hole in the back yard and did a little cleaning and that was the end of it. As you dumped Johnny's mutilated carcass into the hole together, that's when you knew you found your soul mate. You can't imagine life without her.
As you think about these things, you remember something else.
"Wait a minute, why the hell was I defending Motley Crue so much? I listened more to AC/DC . oh well, he was still pissing me off."
You just finish up your poem as you hear sis come in the front door upstairs, now to present it to her.
You begin to put your feelings to paper as quickly as you can. As you write you think it's curious how you can easily write nice things about her. You have don't really have good feelings at all towards most people; all you have is distain, and a wish to hurt them badly.
It's basically as if you save all your pleasantness for her and why not? She's the only one who's ever stood by you. Right from the beginning
You remember when you made your first kill, back in high school. You killed your so called best friend Johnny because he was annoying you and being unbelievably stupid. You two were in your room arguing over music. He claimed that Poison was the best band in the world, and you were insisting that Motely Crue was the best band in world! Then you he called you a faggot for liking them and then you ended up taking a straight razor that you'd been using on a cat the day before, and slashed him across the goddamn eyes! As he was screaming you turned up "Dr. Feelgood" really loud to drown it out and started to carve his face off! Naturally this noise attracted your sister who was in the house trying to study and she came in to tell you to turn it down. You can only imagine that you looked like a deer in the headlights when she opened the door to find you butchering your best friend, but she didn't run, scream or even ask why you did it; she just said you needed to get rid of the body before mom got home. You and her dug a hole in the back yard and did a little cleaning and that was the end of it. As you dumped Johnny's mutilated carcass into the hole together, that's when you knew you found your soul mate. You can't imagine life without her.
As you think about these things, you remember something else.
"Wait a minute, why the hell was I defending Motley Crue so much? I listened more to AC/DC . oh well, he was still pissing me off."
You just finish up your poem as you hear sis come in the front door upstairs, now to present it to her.