A cop is outside my window, waiting for my confessions. his face is fresh and weak. I can see all his pain within his eyes, not that i care though. heh.

"I've been having evil thoughts my father"
"killing all my 'best' friends"
"With knifes and cars, and my roten breath as i speak the word death"
"Can you see it in my eyes, the pain of all my friends? "
"I can feel their pain, all though they can not even SENSE my pain"
"Thier eyes give it away, they ask why i am talking all this shit through the soul less holes in their un forgiving eyes. I say why they say shut up with no words. Fuck 'em all."

I feel myself take my body out of the wooden cage. with turn of my head , my shoulder lenght black hair glides away from me face and i see a thrid been in the church

BAM BAM BAM

"your dead, leave." I star at a blank face, suddenly the other wooden door struggles to open.

BAM BAM BAM

Throgh the cage to god's captive

"why bother to look, its just another dead body to regret... or NOT"

As I leave the chruch You'd think i would feel some remorse, i do believe in god I do serve him but i do not serve his captives. MY gun gets tucked into my tight fit blue jeans (why wear anything else when you know you look good) I put my hair up into a low ponytail with samll strings of hair hanging from each side. They blow out in the wind as any regret i may feel.

Why regret when you know its just going to come back when you finish regreting and never forget...

Hell Hath No Fury like a Woman Scorned