monster

I would sever their heads off,

their arms, legs, ears, then

straight across from the neck.

watch the heads roll to the ground,

cut the arms carefully into four pieces

then place them into black garbage bags.

It's easier with the small ones,

the ones that are petite with light skin and

light blue eyes. their cries are

like the whimpers of their

small dogs.

but before this, 

I would strap one to a chair,

mouth duck-taped - hair thrashing violently and

then I would play Brahms or Mendelssohn,

anything meaningful 

but it was never supposed to be this way,

they could of brought chance, 

some sort of light, anything

other then their simple 

denial.

but all men must finally break.

what has been done and chosen will and

must be settled with God,

their lives and my own,

my selfishness and theirs,

for their is nothing to lose when

their is nothing gained,

no future, no chance,
no light and even God has
turned his face in disgust.

but the music will play on.

and as my hands close tightly around
their necks and their last breath of air is
taken, their will be a greater calm then that of the sea
and there will be no God to help them
like there was no God to help me.