Like I said I don't know which lost boy to put this as, 'cause it could be any of them. I'ts short and somewhat boring. I hope you enjoy- lol Be nice!
What is death like?
I've thought about it before, a peaceful slip into a calm dark area? No. For me it has always been the fiery pits of Hell. Burning slowly, painfully. A sour and bitter taste in your mouth. Was I going to go to heaven? Fuck no, I've sinned so much I don't even remember most of them! Murder is the most common for me. I don't know what it is- it's just hearing them scream in agony is a beautiful melody drifting in my ears. The look of horror etched on their face is wonderfully priceless. It's like being high for the first time, thrilling- you don't want to stop. I guess the blood is just an extra benefit. What I want and yearn for is their begging, screaming, pleading, yelling, pulling, and their horror and shock filled expressions.
Adultery is quite simple- just for fun. The rest of the guys do it. I've done it a few times, but it's not like killing them. No, definitely not.
God's name in vain? Damn, who doesn't do that? I do that a hundred times a day Stealing- now that's not new. Who hasn't done that! I'm not sure about false testimony, that would take a decade to figure out. "Honor your father and mother and love your neighbor as yourself." Fuck my parents and people are food, The end. Lying? Scratch that one down as well.
I think God marked me down for hell the moment I learned to speak. Why did he even consider putting me on this peace of shit he calls 'Earth'.
I'm waiting for him. Lucifer is calling out to me. I feel him- calling my name. After every kill and their glass shattering, pricing screams finish off, I smile. He's calling me again. Asking me if I'm ready yet, but the reply is always the same. No. I'm not finished, I never will be. I'm not afraid, I know not to be. When I walk down to Hell's doors I'll have a bright, happy smile plastered on my face.
Fuck the world, God, and Lucifer. I'm on my own. And what if it's my imagination? What if I am crazy? And what if there is just nothing? That all we have learned of God is just a phony myth? What if all it is a tranquility of darkness smothering you? Making you go crazy. Stuck in the ground, mouth dry, eyes snapped shut away from anything around you- like your blind, a deep hunger making you way to famished than you should be. Or your silently screaming for help that will never come.
I don't know what's coming for me, but I'm waiting.