Nacht 21: The Waste Land
To serve, to protect, to investigate and fight.
To fabricate, to manufacture, to destroy or hide.
He knew all the tricks to get the job done.
He knew just the right place where evidence and dead bodies could be so hard to find.
He drove home and took a long hot shower.
He ordered his pizza and ate in silence.
He was not a monster, really.
He'd never meant to hurt nobody, he swore.
He'd just been so drunk and so lonely.
He'd just wanted someone to hold him.
He'd just wanted to stop her from leaving.
He'd just wanted to ask her why she couldn't love him.
Like a robot he bit, chewed and swallowed.
He pretended he'd forgotten how frightened those unfamiliar blue eyes had been.
He pretended he'd forgotten how fragile her slender neck had been.
He pretended he'd forgotten how thrilled and excited the savage animal inside him had been.
He pretended he'd forgotten how much he'd wanted her to be Stephanie.
Like a robot he bit, chewed and swallowed.
No, he really was not a monster, please trust him.
Please...