The Hound

THE HOUND

So pretty, do you know that? You are so pretty. Maybe you won’t be later, but for now you look good. I think I’ll take a taste of you later on…. A nice little taste of whatever love’s still left inside your veins after what we all did to you. I’m an animal at this you know that? I’m a savage at this, I could give two shits if you live, die, or ever found the truth that would keep you alive. Under my skin I’m hanging on only a thread from suicide… but for now your body will be my vice as I take what is mine. I need you next to me, I need me inside you. I need to take what was never his. I need to return the favor for wrecking my life because with what I've done and what I’m going to do, I doubt you’ll ever RESEMBLE a semblance of normal. I’m the hound patty, and you’ll be spending quite a bit of time with this big dog in this dark little room down here. Death won’t be a savior. Your god knows what you've let me do to you and oh…. all before marriage eh? Heheheheh, you’ll be feeling those flames down below any time now. God, you’re so pleasing. I've wanted this for longer than you've known and now that I know I've taken the love you could never give to that “choir boy” of yours… I think it makes me even happier, because I know you’ll never be the same again with what I've now taken from you. You can hurt me any way you want, but you’ll never be getting this back. It felt so good to be pure didn't it?

Admit it, you like it. You love it, you love me tearing you apart inside. You want this. You've always wanted this from your twisted little moral high-pillar. You need only me tonight. Me forever. I told myself I’d take you, I’d make you, I’d need you and I’d feed you and I have… Fulfillment feels so good doesn't it? Oh but you wouldn't know would you? You just take whatever the world gives you until you met me and you tried to spit me back out. Oh yes baby I’m one sick, twisted little puppy who desperately needs to be put down but will more likely be put in a nice padded room for the rest of my days than meet the firing squad. THAT is the “system” nowadays patty… oh but that’s not your name is it?

Keep struggling. Try. Sorry but you've cleaned me out for now… I’ll give you another fix later. The drug in your veins is a nice replacement for feeling. If I don’t get it, bugs crawl in and out of my skin and I want you to see that from my eyes. Just smack my needle in as it’s all you’ll be getting from now on. Break the bone between if you must, it’ll go away after a time. Don’t fear their bullshit child… they just want to blind you to whatever they fear, even what you love. Just stamp out those bitter feelings and don’t let them ever touch you again when you’re letting the knife glide and guide your way into your flesh. Huh… you’re done now? Feels amazing doesn't it? You like it? Oh you do? Good to hear. IT’s just about time for beddy-bye honey, I’ll wake you in the morning. Oh hush, don’t cry… you’re mine now. They don’t want what’s in your best interests. I do.

Get the fuck up. The sheriff’s dead outside with a brand new hole in his forehead. He ain't catchin the hound. The hound knows his ways around a few dead bodies. I ain't touchin them like I touch you… I just know what they’re worth, for what and how to dispose of someone like this. More will be coming but don’t worry… I have this. Stitches, a needle, some of that glowing stuff you saw in the basement will clear this all up darling. So nice to finally get peace and quiet isn't it? I just don’t want to lose you darling, you are my everything just as I became yours. I know we don’t always agree, but I always find a way to put a stop to it. Your world collapsed and I picked you back up. You know this, you lived this. I showed you this when you were so hurt you couldn't even move. Don’t trust them, they’re in the past. The past honey, the past, the past. Don’t ask, just tell me. Just tell me you know better than that. Just tell me you’re not stupid enough to run. Tell me you won’t betray me.

Everything is a cage child. Everything. People, places, feelings, urges, notions, ideas, the nonexistent, the existent, your life, my life, and even the street you lived on is a cage. Press me to your lips. Taste me, bite me, drink me, make me once again the man I desperately have always wanted to be but never could be. Things could so easily be better, so easily feel better, so easily have turned out differently but you had to have the eyes to see me for the trash I am. She had to see me for the trash I was and so did you. You spit at me but will you never learn? You don’t listen, you don’t eat, you don’t try. What is wrong with you… what is wrong with your mirror? Just take it. Take it and try to run.

She cried.