i shot carol vaughn on august fifteen year of some goddamned animal
if you want
the morbid details ask a china-man shaman or impostor
it was on my
fortune cookie plain as daylight tuesday morning it read
the hour of
course was 6:06:06 she had no chance and i couldn´t miss
we laid to
love each other embraced with no light nor shadow inbetween
feeling not
the fire of darkness suffocate us in one last sigh and faded
nothing is
gonna save me nothing said or done it turned out intentional
never shall i tell the truth though i was up
before the hour by forethought
i shot carol dead when she
turned up to look as she was laying in bed
she saw me holding her
twenty-two carbine in my hands and said -no
emil don´t do it- i
raised the gun took aim and shot her bang in the head
it was thrust back and away
and bounced straight back to its sky dig
with eyes half shut disparate i
tried to close them with my hand
but they stayed as they were
and her body shook violently for a bit
with gurgling sounds and
heavy breathing before returning to silence
then a thin stream of blood
appeared out of her right nostril and ran
on the side of her face and
a trickle of blood runneth out of her ear
into the bed (one out of her
right eye stopped at her cheek midway
like a crimson tear...farewell) and i can say i have fared well like hell
the rest can be surmised by
facts reports made public news or hearsay
nothing and never -hell´s gonna miss me gehenna shall turn me to dust
