I wanted that beer on Friday night

But, I wanted you more to be my wife

I told you he was driving us crazy

We weren't the only ones

No one watches his patterns

Each dope follows his word like truth

How they have been so fooled

I've been flying here trying to put the pieces together

I have been using someone's shell to do it

Imagine my surprise when it worked

But, it only worked because someone could see me

And saw what I needed to stop

They had invoked spirits before

I can't stay long within the shell

 

I'm so sorry that you had to see me like that

It was not how I had planned the ending

Don't protect him for anyone

Not even family

His carcasses spread far and wide

I know you watch over and think of me

I know you took my name

You deserved it

I love you

 

 

What does it do to your insides now

When you know that I know what you have done to me

 

Do you not know that souls survive if they have work undone?

 

How does that feeling hit you, when confronted by your one of several murdered victims?

 

I assure you not as hard as you hit your victims...

 

But, everyone knows now what you did

 

 

 

 

 

The shame is your problem

 

 

 

 

The anger that you hold so deep inside you to allow you to murder

That is caused by your shame

The shame of what you do

 

You, in order to heal yourself

Is to remove that shame

 

You can't remove your shame

Without humility

 

 

 

You can't be truly free to what love is

Until you set yourself free

 

With the whole truth

Nothing but the truth

 

 

Then, you will know how to be free

 

You can lie all you want

The trick you use is to lie and believe it

It makes it easier to forget, doesn't it

Yes.

 

 

 

If you are caught or closely suspected

You twist your lies around

Like a clever CIA trained pawn

Discrediting suspicion and accusations that drive at you

Because of what you have done

 

The quicker you lie to yourself

The quicker you can deceive them

As blood drips from your teeth

 

Just like a common good used car salesmen would

 

 

I challenge you right now

 

To tell the truth

 

No one would believe anything but your lies anyways

But, you would be freed

 

Freed of the grime that holds you down from your freedom

 

No more daily anxiety

No more schemes

 

Just you

And what you could become

 

You know you are not the only one

 

You could help so many others and use this as your business

 

The big money in writing a book

 

Oh what a book it would be

 

A crimes confession in amnesty to help others

 

What a twist that would be

 

Would you twist yourself around

 

And try something once

 

That you never thought possible?

 

You know I know it all, now, don't you

 

There is only one way I would know these things

 

Is it creeping in your soul, this truth?

 

Is it sliding within those veins and expanding them so they touch every nerve

 

How alive you feel when  you murder

 

But, imagine how alive you would feel if you stopped those others

The power to turn those that made you

In.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Victim of his trade:  assassinator

You murdered me

You screwed your whore over

You waste everything in your path

 

But, you had a piece of Candi

As the baby in your whore was being made

 

Oh the mess you make

When you eat every stake

 

Candi had a husband

But, your baby momma left you

Abandonment left you climbing high

upon a gorge border

You guided John Castrogiovanni out there to the ledge

And yet another cause of death unknown

 

Two weeks later, you move in

To your knew victim's home

Her tears a weeping from her guilt

The deception of suicide laced over Dwight Paul Harris, Jr.'s splendid murdering soul

A boldness like no other

 

You believe that no one will believe that you'd lay in Candi's husband's sweaty old bed, right after you dumped him over the gorge

 

Drove his mustang too

Oh lucky you

 

I wanted to drive my own car

But, you stopped that, too.

 

 

Oh brave, you.

NOT

To be truly brave, you would brave your mistakes and know that you are to blame

No one else was to pay

 

But, you wouldn't have it that way.