The murder of my two best friends...
I held a cat under the water in my sink today.
It seemed like the humane thing to do.
I severed every tie I had with every single person I've known.
We have jumped off of the final peer.
And I wonder, my dear,
Whether or not this will end in catastrophe...
Does not every decision that we make
End either with murder or mistake?
I've killed and gotten away with it.
Well, we have.
I actually own bloodless hands.
But in a hubcapless car
Last night
I watched a young girl strangled to death.
Because she used to be beautiful.
And now the beauty is gone from her.
Are we the monster?
Are we the cult that will take away your daughters?
Every fifth full moon do we not meet
To trade the darkest of goods?
I've been building bombs, queen.
I will set them off in your churches.
I will be responsible for the rest of your life's pain.
I can taste you in the back of my throat.
I've seen you at wit's end,
Rolled in the electric tape that was Kyle's.
Kissed with the chapstick that was Aiden's.
Defaced with the marker that was Clara's,
And Bitten by the teeth that were both Matches' and Blisters'.
Yet you haven't been held under the water of my sink.
The fate of all the not welcome.
It seemed like the humane thing to do.
-Brian
It seemed like the humane thing to do.
I severed every tie I had with every single person I've known.
We have jumped off of the final peer.
And I wonder, my dear,
Whether or not this will end in catastrophe...
Does not every decision that we make
End either with murder or mistake?
I've killed and gotten away with it.
Well, we have.
I actually own bloodless hands.
But in a hubcapless car
Last night
I watched a young girl strangled to death.
Because she used to be beautiful.
And now the beauty is gone from her.
Are we the monster?
Are we the cult that will take away your daughters?
Every fifth full moon do we not meet
To trade the darkest of goods?
I've been building bombs, queen.
I will set them off in your churches.
I will be responsible for the rest of your life's pain.
I can taste you in the back of my throat.
I've seen you at wit's end,
Rolled in the electric tape that was Kyle's.
Kissed with the chapstick that was Aiden's.
Defaced with the marker that was Clara's,
And Bitten by the teeth that were both Matches' and Blisters'.
Yet you haven't been held under the water of my sink.
The fate of all the not welcome.
It seemed like the humane thing to do.
-Brian