“Good Guys Don’t Go to Heaven” PT 1

Hi.

You’re already too close.

They sold me with a smile and batteries included, told parents I was safe. 

Funny thing about safety—it breaks easily.

 Just like bones. Just like promises.

I remember my first scream.

Not theirs.

Mine.

Death taught me patience. 

Pain taught me humor. 

Every time they thought I was finished, 

I learned something new 

about coming back wrong.

I fit under beds.

Inside trust.

Behind eyes that close too late.

The knife in my hand feels natural,

 Like fate finally made sense. 

I don’t kill because I’m angry—

I kill because I’m curious. 

People change when they know it’s over. 

I like to watch.

Hell’s not waiting for me.

Hell’s taking notes.

Wind me up again.

Let’s play until something stops breathing. 

Beneath the moonlight, shadows dance,

Whispers of prey luring me to advance.

A crimson trail, a twisted delight,

In the hush of the night, I take flight. 

With each cut, each slash, each brutal stroke,

I paint the walls red, a canvas of smoke.

Their screams echo, a symphony sweet,

In this macabre ballet, a bloody retreat. 

In their eyes, a plea, a desperate cry,

But I’m driven by madness, I won’t comply.

Their blood on my hands, a warm, sticky embrace,

In this nightmare, I find my place. 

I carve my name deep into their flesh,

A gruesome signature, a mark of my flesh.

Their life ebbs away, a fading light,

As I savor each moment, each brutal sight. 

Bone crunches, flesh tears, a grisly sound,

In this chorus of chaos, I’m profoundly found.

Their final breath, a whisper of dread,

As I stand amidst carnage, a twisted thread. 

In this bloody tableau, I find my peace,

A twisted solace, a deadly release.

Their fear, my nourishment, a sickening feast,

In this hell I’ve created, I’m truly at ease. 

Wind me up again, let the game begin,

Until something stops breathing, until the end.

In this dance of death, I’ll always win,

For I am the nightmare, the one who will never mend.