The two hidden cameras caught it all.

it was midnight, time to close the store.

he slipped two twenty dollar bills in his hip pocket

as he counted out the register...

As he dropped the days receipts into the floor safe,

he was thinking...

he wished he'd never borrowed that forty dollars from mom.

As he stepped out into the cold night he felt the pelting rain hit his

face... he turned to lock the door and felt something cold

and very hard press into his head...

"gimmie your money....now"

I have no money...

"Im not playing...now"

here...it's all I have forty dollars.

"broke *** *****"

He never heard the gunshot, as the bullet deposited the front of his face

onto the store front...

Karma's a *****...I should of paid mom next week...

As the perpetrator turned and stuck the gun back in his pocket,

he thought to himself...finally...I can give dad back that forty dollars I owe him...

She wears a cameo

Pendent around her neck.

of her departed mother

above her breast...



Forever near her heart,

etched in stone,

love never lost,

or shall she be alone...

I became famous

long after I passed

now that I'm back

I'm writing at last...

My disciples are many

your stories are vast

the language has changed

but my words still last...

You liked "The Raven"

I clearly see

"The pit and the pendulum"

I enjoyed thoroughly...

Keep weaving and twisting

my lasting prose

I'm working on a new piece

called the "Black Rose"

I removed my being from the depths of her warmth,

delved in deeper yet again...

a relentless tightness like I've never felt before.

My hands grew icy cold

as I looked into her unmoving eyes.

a single tear rolling toward her cheek...

Dead she was...

I was compelled to make the final push,

always finish what you start.

I composed myself, lit a cigarette...

hollered to the producer to call an ambulance and roll tape.

Another good swig of Jack Daniels and I continued...

Lament
Lament for my ****
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow... (Jim Morrison)

I'm drowning in a sea,

not of water, but of me.

tormented turmoil tightens,

prevailing darkness ensues.

Deaths domain dominates,

loosen this noose,

dull the razors edge.

ground me from my leap.

save me from drowning in myself...

She is but, a little girl lost

with a tormented mind,

that came at great cost...

To bare witness, as she has done,

the brutality of death,

her mind on the run...

As I come up behind her, shadowing hate,

the message I leave,

will seal her fate...

It is her time,

she will never reside,

as she plays with the death, the blood and the slime...

Some of us chosen,

some of us choose,

some of of us monsters, have nothing to lose...

Innocence lost

on a dark winter day,

follow the shadow, come out and play...

Darkness

so dark...

I can't breath

I can't. I can't...

extend my arms,

that noise

that god awful

scratching noise.

there's something,

something crawling

on me,

my God

I'm In a box,

Those are...

rats

rats trying to get in.

and spiders

on me,

so many spiders

did I die?

is this purgatory?

get them off of me

I need air...

that scratching

that...