(no subject)
I work to keep the shadows from my room. I don't live in the present or think of the future. Neither have anything to do with me. I subsist on slowly decaying screams and fading horror. Rope burns of humiliation, failure and shame. So many nights I have spent walking the streets thinking of one great thing I can do before I die. I want to do something I can be proud of. By not having a family, my parents will never see their kind have another chance to see the light of day. I end them. I win without fighting. I kill by denying life. I exist in a living, breathing state of victory. I think of the two of them looking at me and me looking back at them smiling, shaking my head slowly. And in that instant, I know, they know. We know what we are.