Echoes
I hear her sometimes.
I remember the past, I think about the future, I live in the pain.
Past sins can never be erased.
She wasn't human.
It had to be done.
I hate myself.
Where was Equivalent Exchange?
All I ever do is give.
When all is said and done, I wonder what I'll receive?
Whatever it is, it won't be worth all the pain and sorrow.
Dripping blood.
Scream
Terror
Anger
Hate
Al?
Greed?
One or the other?
Take a life to save a life.
The sin is mine...Al.
Not yours.
Mine.
I'll get your body back no matter the cost to myself.
I sometimes hear mom's voice, asking me to transmute flowers for her just like dad did.
All I ever hear are echoes of a past soaked in blood.
A.N. - I wrote this based on the description for episode 34. (On www. Adultswim .com) I was having writers block and was desperately searching for something motivate my meager writing talent when lo and behold I was once again influenced by television. I had the t.v on low while I was doing something on the computer when Prime time came on. I thought about changing the channel but decided not when I heard what they were going to talk about White Supremacist groups, in particular two thirteen year old musicians that are big advocates for the movement. For some reason I actually felt...driven to write. It was odd but whatever works. Hope you enjoyed. Please read and review