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Sort of an out of nowhere little thing....meh....if you bother to read it all post a comment....


Tucked Into Bed

Here is the beginning of a story that will end
I knew a man who used to drive an ice cream truck
He lured all the kids to come with him in the back
He would bring them home and torture them
Rape away their innocence and then toss them like trash
Take them to the river to be drowned in the depths
Then repeat the cycle in the next town with me in tow

I never knew another way of life
I told myself it would all be fine
I lived with the guilt of knowing
That I had brought the sleep to soon
To the little ones so pure

When he feared the truck would get noticed
He told me to go and bring the children home
I had two choices laid before me
One – to do as I was told and bring kids to their death
Two – become one of the children in the river
Needless to say I set out with promises of kool-aid
And I delivered them to another man shaded red

I never knew another way of life
I told myself it would all be fine
I lived with the guilt of knowing
That I had brought the sleep to soon
To the little ones so pure

I played out this cycle for five years until
He feared that I would be found out as the bait
He conspired to send me to bed like the others
I soon found out about this and ran for my life
Too soon did I realize that I had nowhere to go
All I had known was this cycle put forth by my father

On my own now daddy are you proud?
Are you proud of how you raised your boy?
I was a slave to you for 17 long years
Now with my hands I will write your wrongs
I am coming daddy....Are you scared?

Here is the end of my story that will end
I have to kill him to be free from my paranoia
Scheming my plan into perfection I lure him in
Pull the bag over his head and bind his hands
I throw him in the back of the stolen truck
Then drive the truck over the bridge
Tucked into the bed of our eternal slumber


I know now another way of life
I told myself the truth and I am fine
I still live with the guilt of knowing
But I know that I have set things right
The children can rise to the heavens
While we sink to the bottom....


if you bother to c i will c you back...in other words....c4c
I haz gotten gud
Last edited by ApatheticMe at Oct 4, 2011,
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I am alive so...it is a work of pure fiction....It is not pretty in my mind all the time....it comes out in my writing on occasion...thanks for your 2 cents
I haz gotten gud