Play the beat in my dream*
"Woke up today, and
I'm more depressed then yesterday
How can I estimate a pain
That's beyond me.......
Before I wake
I hope the demons
Hear me laughing in my sleep
What's that smell in my breath.....
Scent of bleach
Hint of death and
I leak the bloody tears
There are many thugs here
I don't classify
Classified documents
True was hidden
They say we're free..... but
it's just a bigger prison
Declaration Of Independence
And the Amendments
A bigger sentence.....
One Nation Under God
But which God do they worship
I'm a worthless peasant...........
This world is hell and
I have yet to meet heaven
I feel charismatic
I can't talk , but I can feel static
A visionary
Imprisoned by prisoned fairies
Your very deceived
No better then me"Kill the beat* I'm regaining consciousness
"Malcolmmmm" said pink haired girl in a sexy voice
"Why'd you seduce me?" I replied slowly waking
"Did you like it?" She asked
"I have a girlfriend and didn't willingly participate you know?" I asked
"Yeah but I always wanted to suck up a killer" she replied
"The hell are you talking about" I asked sitting up on the couch
"They had you all on the news and I recorded it. I didn't expect to run into you though that was just luck I guess" She replied
"Let me see the video your talking about" I asked confusingly
"Umm....okay" she saidShe grabs a smartphone and goes through her gallery. I see her pass an upside down cross and sex tapes before she gets to the video. She plays a video saying some shit about three kids being killed by some guy on a black motorcycle and shows me riding down the road full speed being chased. Well I'm absolutely sure I didn't kill anyone since I was in the hospital.
"The suspect has been identified as Malcolm Walker Melson Jr and we believe he's somewhere in los Vegas. Call the police station if you know the whereabouts of this man" the news lady said.
I didn't kill anyone and the date on this news report has to be incorrect. The days don't add up from the day I took the pills until now it would've been six months. The only logical explanation would be that I was in a coma. The fact that I'm in a different city doesn't make much since either.
"What's really going on?" I asked
"What do you mean?" She replied
"How long ago was that police report?" I asked
"About three weeks ago" she said happilyI'm not sure what's up with this chick but I gotta get out of this house ASAP. Something's way off about her and I don't really care to know. On the plus side having the police kill me would be better than killing my self and probably a more satisfying death. I don't wanna be blamed for the murder of innocent kids so I guess I gotta turn detective. I'll probably just do nothing instead ; nothing is a lot more fun then trying to care. I still have to do some thing for reasons I don't understand.
"Can you do this killer a favor cutie?" I asked her pretending to be interested
"What kind of favor daddy?" She said while flashing me her tits
"Go to Walmart and get me some wire and nails" I said randomly making something up
"Why?" She said starring at me
"I'm going to kill some people" I said trying to sound serious
"Okay, right away and can I watch?" She asked
"Sure..........just go get the stuff" I said impatientlyShe left out the door and got in her car driving off. Any sane person would have left by that point but I'm not a normal guy. I walked up to the room that was locked and kicked it with all my might three times. The first time I put a dent in it, the second cracked the wood , and the third broke through the door while cutting my leg on the wood. I walked in the room and felt extreme discomfort. It had a red light, several upside down crosses , and a dead body on the floor. Shit........I got to get the fuck outta here now. I hear car doors slam and quickly run to the window and see police running toward the front door.
"My blood is on that door with a dead body inside and upside down crosses. The way this looks isn't good at all and if anything I'll seem like a killer more than I already did. The police are at the front door with guns and at the back door. I'd need some dumb luck to get outta this one" I thought
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Seldom Beginning
RandomDespair with bravery and love in the mix. The main character faces problems only a mad man can handle. He's just the person to deal with such problems ; being more broken than the world around him.