Pith

Instantaneously combustin ya cranium upon pavement like hot knife slices through butter my hammer glides through the

Brains on the floor, I look up and see four witnesses, two sisters father and a missus the

Man says to me, "you murdered my son, now you've taken everything from me, don't you know what you've done?

I'm laughing, suckin the blood from my fingers one by one I look him in the eyes say "yes but we've just begun"*

Daughter dials 9-1-1 and so I'm grabbing for my gun, mutilate her face until it looks like chewed bubble gum the

Second one attempts to run, so I snip her thread,like im fate with some scissors causin parenthetical death

Breath wheezes as her soul seeps out real slow, making eye contact with a dad she'll never really know

I say "too bad but don't be sad that it's over, be glad that it happened there's no goin back that's a fact

Those thotties always gunna be barely intact bodies want to Cobain the pain away? Wrap your mouth around the

Shotty, like a prisoner gazing beyond his window pane it's not crazy nor insane no it's normal so

Former mom and dad, I leave the choice to you shuffle off this mortal coil be consumed by worms in the soil

No hell no boil, mother steps forth, she says "I can't take it I'm eternally heartbreakin and

Psychologically the memory alone is breaking me me it's changing my mind into mush and so suicides a must he

Says he understands, says it's ok so they cryin say goodbye and then I send her on her merry way

Hey, that's illegal some say "well it takes place in Oregon so suck my dick"

Narrative goes on, I'm talkin to the don, ask him "dude what the fuck is going on? Your

Family is gone, the woman of your dreams lookin like she just choked on a bomb and you're nothing but calm

Memories all night long, sleep is for the weak not the meek and the strong so tell me

What's wrong, with not goin on why not just travel to lands far beyond please get some sleep

Sleep, perchance dream that's the mothafuckin rub please tell me whats up

Relax(he says), life was never supposed to be easy i suppose it's mostly been breezy certainly steezy

Deeply pleasing are the feelings associated with thinking easy to see why I'd rather be than be on the ceiling all-

Though it's appealing to flee from current skin peeling and no I ain't believing even if I did Jesus wouldn't be receiving

Me, no I'm not buying what your selling gunna keep my melon no matter how rotten it's gotten gotta

Keep walking Always thought jottin not stopping cause my Thot stopped walkin and the voices started talkin you

Scoffin cause I forgone your offerin you thought me to be soft happily sippin weak sauce in my

Coffin, im yawnin severin heads on the verbal choppin block often an so I'm

Off then, to overcome this pain "I walk back to the hotel in the rain" (Hemingway 355)