Maniacs Confession
As I stare down the barrel of my gun
I watch the children play
Thoughts of the devil fill my mind
As I Watch the crowd,
I slowly take aim
Him or her it really doesn’t matter for they are all the same
Slowly the hate consumes all that I am
Then finally with rifle in hand…
I shoot…
Murdering my very existence and all that I am
I shoot…
Instantly taking away the pain
Realizing I may have gone insane,
I then reload…
Voices guiding my every action
With closed eyes and without reaction
I take aim…
Targeting the voices in my mind
I take aim…
Without thought or a clear shot I squeeze…
Suddenly the smell of the ocean takes over me,
White sand beaches and an island breeze
Reaching into the heavens I drop to my knees
Thank you god for sparring me
For it was not me but the devil you see
And in your debt I will forever be,
For I am gods only forgotten son
And finally my salvation has begun…
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