Bastards

Leave me alone, you fucking lunatic! Stop messing with my head; can’t take much more of this shit. What the fuck! Have I not been clear? Leave me the hell alone you fucking bastard! Can I be any clearer? Didn’t you get the message the first thousand times I sent it to you?

I’ve gotten tired of living with these memories, this pain that constantly resurfaces whenever it damn well pleases. Something’s gotta give or something’s gonna snap inside me that’ll signal the end of days for all those around. Sick of hearing how God can save a soul if only you convert and follow His ways. Well fuck, why not just take a damn baseball bat across me face and call it even. I’ll convert to your ways, right after you all go insane from mine. There’s no redemption waiting for my soul, no pearly gates with gold all around. They’ve got a special place for me when I die; hand picked by the Devil to make my afterlife a nightmare. HAHA, you dumb-fuck, there is no place on earth, heaven nor hell worse than the labyrinth I’ve created in my mind. There are places in there where I wouldn’t even venture for the sheer thrill of it; what makes you think you can do worse?

Damn son of a bitch, I told you to leave me the fuck alone! What part of that did you not get, the alone part? Seems like it; all you do is continue to creep up and disrupt me from my nights. What else do you want from me, huh? Do you want what’s left of my life, fine have it, what use is it to me? It’s just a wasted life with nothing to show for it. Go ahead, take it, I dare you to. Now what, scared to try with that statement? Good you little useless piece of shit! Now get the fuck out and don’t bother coming back or it’ll be you standing with shaking knees pissing yourself the next time you try something stupid.

I said fuck off! Get the hell away from me or I’m gonna gut you like a useless game shark. Don’t think I will, go ahead and try me, I dare you. Aw, you don’t want to get hurt? Don’t want to see me angry or loose control of my emotions? Just think for a second then, the worse possible thing you could do to me. Now, for arguments sake, multiply that by a thousand and that’s what I do to myself every fucking waking minute. Who’s the monster now? Sure as hell ain’t you! Now get lost and fast!

God damn-it you piece of shit, get the fuck out here so I can see you. Stop hiding in the shadows like a friggin’ sissy. Come on, show yourself; let’s see what you’re made of! I said get the fuck out here so I can see you!

There are only a handful of things that shake me to the very core of my being, but never again will I pick a fight with another trapped within the endless stretches of my mind…