Do the DishesI wash the dishes at the same time every night. You could set your watch by it. It's because they are important. It's imperative that I do the dishes.
It doesn't matter who he brings home.
I have to do the dishes.
It doesn't matter if it isn't mom.
I have to do the dishes.
It doesn't matter if he takes her down there.
I have to wash the dishes.
It doesn't matter how much screaming I hear.
God forbid I don't wash these dishes.
He just tracked blood across the carpet?
Does not matter. Wash the dishes.
Dragging a trash bag behind him? It smells bad and it's suspicious?
Wash the dishes. Do the dishes. Keep working. Wow this one's being difficult.
Screaming and crashing all night long.
And I just do the dishes.
Parkdale Is Closed There’s a road around here that’s always closed. It’s not a highway or anything, just a plain old residential road. From what I’ve seen there’s always a bunch of detour signs and big flashing boards that tell drivers to “Take an alternate route”. Supposedly there’s construction going on down there. But anybody’s who ever taken a peek down that road only sees empty houses and unmoving equipment. I only know of one person who actually drove down that road. She’s not a friend of mine or anything, but something happened to her the night she went down there.
She was still young, in her mid-twenties, married too. She even had some kids. Anyway, she had been looking for a house for a long time and she had finally come across an online listing that looked rather promising. Four bedrooms, 3 full bathrooms and a two car garage. There were a couple photos of each room. Other than needing a new coat of paint and some furniture, it looke
The EndThis will be the last thing I'll ever say to you.
I'm writing you off,
For the final time.
And the last thing I'll say to you won't be "I hate you" or "Go die",
The last thing I'll say will be thank-you.
Thank-you for always pointing out my abnormality.
Thank-you for bringing out the monster in me.
Thank-you bringing me to the edge of my sanity,
Right to the brink of the abyss and pushing me right into it
Because I've discovered,
I really like it down here.
Thank-you for lying.
Thank-you for warping my reality.
Because now I can see the difference between the fiction and the fact.
Thank-you for never being there for me.
Thank-you for your cold harsh ways.
I've learned how to be warm.
You instilled in me a desire to never mistreat someone I care for.
Thank-you for teaching me these things,
Even though you didn't realize you were.
It's the greatest trick ever pulled.
The greatest scheme ever devised.
Taking all your lies and wrong-doings,
And using them to make me wise.
Coerced CannibalismThrow up your porcelain
Skin and I think,
I would've saved so much time,
If I had just poured you down the sink.
But now you're just a pile of bloody acid on the floor.
I really wanted to finish,
But I couldn't stomach anymore.
Dear God you were vile,
And you were covered in filth.
With your knock-off linens,
And your wanna-be silks.
You took forever to clean,
And you took forever to kill.
And when it was said and done,
I still didn't get my fill.
I had to force myself to do this.
Believe me it was not easy,
Hunger pain will make you strange,
And turn you rather sleazy.
I am not as terrible as you.
All I did was feed,
You were the one who lied and stole,
And wallowed in your greed.
Justified, my actions are,
At least I feel this way,
And I think others will too.
Society's rather easy to sway.
After all, what is one to do?
When one is desperate and poor,
And has been turned away, from every affluent door?