3What crime have I done to deserve the punishment I received?
What action did I use that has condemned me to consequences
such as these? War, The War on Hell. Battlefield, my home.
Time, past, future, present. Does it matter that I speak
courteously to others? I believe it is if the person has done
nothing that tortured you. Lectured by my father, the pointless,
the useless words he uses against me. The pain, of hanging by
your hands, draped like a sheet over a wire. The wire will
eventually eat your skin away, right until the bone, where over
time, it eats that away, too. Passing through bone until it
passes through you. Just like his words. Painful, and unheard.
"Am I talking to a wall here?" says my father. No dad, you're
talking to your son. Intelligent, polite, charming. Hurt. How
can you not take my literature seriously? Understand that the
more you say the more armor you shed from your fragile skin.
Remember that I am not stupid, remember that I am an only child,
and therefore, have more time on my hands to think about. . .
everything. Today I triumph over you. Today I remove the armor.
I will stand victorious.
Darkness. Cold. Deprivation.
Oh father, starve me please. Starve me of knowledge, for I am
not to live your life the way you wanted to live. Leave me in the
damp, dark alley so that I cannot return to any house that I am
sure is safe. Remember, I am your little baby. I am you, the baby.
I am the baby. Clear enough? Good. Condemn me to Hell you devil.
What do they say to you in the night? What do they say to you in
the night when the moon is lit and all is quiet? What do the demons
say? What do the demons say? Imprison my soul, but do not imprison
my pride. Let me keep my dignity. Do you understand the terror of
losing ones pride? You do understand? You do? Really? You should win
something.
Frustration. Frustration. Frustration.
You silly little fool. How dare you lie to my face? How dare you
think you understand something not comprehendible. Are you special?
Do you have some talent to where you can comprehend things that can
not be understood? Just because you are someone who is just like every
other know-it-all since the beginning of time doesn't change anything.
As you progress in life, you will realize, no one cares how popular
you are. Conclude to the fact that you are a no one, and you shall have
no enemies. Or decide to set the alarm to fifteen minutes. Beware preps,
time flies when having fun.
Sick. Tired.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Allow me to pass through
these cursed gates. The curse of my father lays upon these gates, I will break
through. They shall not stand. The armor of these gates shall be stripped.
I shall see the skin of these gates. Only the incompetent stare blankly at
my art as, words. The see letters. They see words that mean no more than what
they are looking at. Words. W-o-r-d-s . Incompetents, do not waste half of your
lives trying to figure out the definition of this literature. If you wasted
half of your lives on trying to analyze my words than you have wasted an entire
life. Unless you are an insomniac. Did you get that? Really? Good for you prep.
I have passed through the gates into a world of accelerated minds. Accelerated
knowledge. Literature. Goodbye insanity, emptiness, shame, darkness, cold,
deprivation, frustration, sick, tired.
GOODBYE