You're given an option.
You're 26 years old.
A wife, Two sons and a little girl.
You've had the easy life.
Everything was always handed to you.
But nobody ever listened.
You kept it bottled inside.
Growing weaker,
Acting stronger.
Your thoughts got the best of you.
You decide not to talk.
You take a needle and barbed wire.
Look at the fear in your eyes.
Sew your lips shut.
Watching the blood drip.
No one will ever listen to you again.
Strike one.
You have a feeling of anger.
You never knew how to take care of yourself.
Lost and broken.
You're alone and can't take care of your family.
So, You quit your job.
Workaholic.
You suffered.
You had to provide.
Something to do with your hands.
You were addicted.
Started abusing your wife and children.
Made them suffer like you did.
Saw the fear in their eyes.
They saw the fear in yours.
Strike two.
You couldn't bare yourself.
Suicide, not an option.
You took it in your hands.
You were going to die.
But you wanted your family with you.
You tied each of them up.
As they screamed to let them go.
You said don't worry.
It will be better on the otherside.
You kissed each of their necks.
Then slit their throughts.
Strike three.
You're free now.
Dream.
Believe.
The life, Of a true madman.


-This was just in my notebook: not really scary-