riding down the old street
too fast 
behind him on a mini-bike
he liked to scare me
he liked to scar me

head shots act at a distance
can't you see?


DAEMON

I was a hell spawn. I was a child of god. I could have been anything.


Late one night, I’ll start whispering the culling song in his ear. He’ll swallow his tongue.


He looks so small now.
Bony and frail, in his sick bed, in his sick house,

The delusions of grandeur have festered.

Remembering things that never happened.

The guns are still in the basement, like they always were.

It is where you belong.

Go on, into the void, end it all, do this one thing for me, this one thing ever.