Oh, look, don't I have another victim? Like I'm slipping, slipping this in Oh, look, do you want to say no to him? I'm just a blank face staring at the drink I'm making you. Please tell me who made this lamp oily. I want to make it a little better. Please tell me who made it so oily.(I think it was the Edgar in the back of my head.) Uh, uh, I'm loving this environment.(Bubblewrap silence, everybody knows this) Uh, uh, I'm loving this smack-smack sound.(Banging away with my eyes closed in deliverance) Uh, uh, and I'm fucking eleven years.(Just one more time, Just one more time) Uh, uh, but atleast I'm fucking still.(Maybe a few more times, Maybe a few more times) This is the last night that I'm doing this to them. This is the last headache I'm going to sleep with. I'm not going to plug my little mouse screen in, But I really love the sound of silence. Please tell me who made this lamp oily. I want to make it a little better. Please tell me who made it so oily.(I think it was the Edgar in the back of my head.) And now I'm just a psycho. I'm not a human like you. I'm just disease who made a mistake, and can never go back and change ...But I don't want to. They will always remember me. They will always hate me. They will always be afraid. They will always regret me. But without me would they be made? I doubt they're very grateful. They really don't want to live at all. And, for that, I am thankful.
it's very torn and indirect. i can't percieve any one emotion or story. maybe if you could explain it to me?
I decided to write something from the point of view of an uncle who rapes his niece and her friends at a slumber party, and then he gets sent to jail for it.