My kitchen is a mess..my wall looks like flesh... cleaning like a crime scene.. played out in my dreams..eyes bloody red..using visine.. no cleaning products.. use Listerine.. get rid of the evidence.. if they can.. I can to.. talkin about the presidents.... just tied them up..new residence.. back to the plan. Finger prints..Looks like hands..Hefty bags no garbage.. stains on my jeans.. like graffiti.. slicing body parts.. feeding da needy... don't worry death is speedy....knock at the door.. standing two people.. they didn't know.. other side is evil... about to get stuck with pen n needles... cook in a pot..like Hansel and Gretel..they finally left.. Cellar full of bodies.. this is my new hobby.. scary movie..popcorn in the lobby... trying to get out.. doors locked Why bother... whip you like your father.. but with thorns.. not a devil...no horns. ready to go back.from which I was born screams in the Night.. bloody hands as I type... put your hands..in the Shark Tank.. they don't bite...smoking no pipe.. meat cooked just right.. packing them in the freezer... ingrown hairs.. plucked with tweezers... keeping her heart pumping..to please her.. get it over with saying don't tease her... starting to smell.... stuck her n the freezer....someone calling for help.. While I slept... punched the bag..all I heard was silence..picked up a stain shirt.. said.. Stop the violence..trash day tomorrow... still can hear screams in the Attic.. turn on TV to watch the news all I get is static.