Can you hear them?...All the cries, how is this possible...I cant stop the noise.
Its been several months since I smothered that kid. The little brat had it coming. Always wanted fed, always needed a change, and never even shut up.
So I wet a towel and covered its head, held it in place in its cradle.No candle Light Mass for this dead son, nor a proper burial.
Its corpse hidden within a suitcase, where it lay in fetal position. Stashed in the attic for several days collecting dust, Until the Garbage Man came for a visit.
Somewhere in that trash Heep lays the case not soon to be discovered...
I find myself haunted at night for hours on end. I lay here now with my piston in hand, wondering if it will end.
Will the shrieks cease, or will I be cast into a hell where this pain only grows deeper.
The way i see it, I have a chance to end all of this
to a place of no recollection.
Every moment my head draws nearer
till the barrel rests upon my temple.
Before I have time to reconsider
With a quick jolt
I pull the trigger
