I do not own any of the Simpson characters. Enjoy.
Scourging pain that jolts through my day to day, as if it really isin't there anymore,
The cold glares from the others locked up like animals ignored daily,
Rumored whispers that shadow the heavily gaurded building that never ment anything anymore.
At least, not in my eyes.
These were only a few of the things that i deal with on a daily bases in Springfield jail. Nothing new, yet nothing old.
All of the older news had long gone passed like the prisoners kept there, and the new ones with their new stories soon died out after a while.
This place is nothing but a mere cycle.
Who am i?
The name means nothing anymore... nothing but dark evil memories.
Memories that anger me and haunt my sleep day and night.
So prehaps may i ask, who you are?
No?
Fine thene. I shall tell you who i am.
I am the one who gives Bart Simpson chills every time he hears of me
I am the shadow behind you that stalks you day to day, hiding the butcher knife innocently behind my back
I am the tattered heart most here and forget about
I am Sideshow Bob.
Yes, the old backup for the ever-loved Krusty the Clown, never speaking yet frequently abused by the higher in the show.
I cannot help but be drawn back even today by all the things that happened in those years.
I couldin't help but snap and try and get Krusty in the position i felt.
But was it nessasary for that damned child to reveal the truth?
All he could have done was kept quiet and never told anyone -
And i wouldin't be in here as long as i am.
But there are 3 things that keep me going - even though i am held back wih rusted chains and firm cell bars.
First off, my love for my blushing bride Francessca,
And my beautifull son Gino.
Yes... knowing that i have them two, makes me feel like everything worth while.
But there still are my two flaming desires that burn deep within my soul.
To frame Krusty and kill Bart Simpson.
These where the only two things i have to long for anymore.
So are you willing to follow my tale? -
For i see you look reluctant, inching your way out the door.
But i promise you this,
Whether you listen or not...
I have already scarred my way into your memories -
and will never leave.
