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Face down on the concrete

Twin roaches scurry fast, awake at last

Where are you, what is this, who are you?

The door ahead opens the wounds to your past

 

The gap in the door is a separate reality

TWO ZERO FOUR EIGHT SIX THREE

The only me is me…

 

Is this my life?

I walk before myself, following someone,

Am I me or someone else?

I can feel the burden of his crimes take their toll

As midnight is pressed into my flesh

Piercing and retracting, always in; one eye always watching through the hole

This voice accuses me of the apparency, that I killed my family

 

The father shot his pregnant wife in the belly

And his ten-year-old son in the chest when he came to see,

Two Zero Four Eight Six Three

Then luring his six-year-old daughter out of the bathroom, he shot her Two  

Who was the only one with sense to hide, by telling her it was just a game

And hung himself in the garage with a garden hose, with an umbilical cord,

A similar crime occurred, unrelated, but the same,

The children are screaming, a murdered pregnancy, Zero years of life

He finished his family off with a butcher’s knife,

A family of Four

 

I saw me walking in front of myself,

But it wasn’t really me,

Neighbors had heard him chanting the numbers, as if a spell

Two zero four eight six three

Days before the incident, they call to me from hell

 

Gouging the eye out of her photograph, it matches what I see

Everywhere I turn the wailing, crying, screaming, sobbing, haunting, guilty memory

Running through the endless corridors of gore and horrors, breathlessly

When she appears, shuddering in her filthy dress and decay, out of tune with this dimension

Am I a guest in this nightmare, I remember the suffering vaguely, who am I, who is she?

 

Don’t touch that dial, we’re just getting started

For all you listeners out there in radioland,

Give the baby a hand,

A contorted fetus deposited in the sink

Distressed cries, laughing after midnight

Raspy unnatural breaths, grip tight to a flashlight

Green, blue, red, yellow, and normal light

I am lost in variations of the same night

Look behind you

I said, look behind you

 

Face down on the concrete

Awake at last, scurry to your feet fast

Where are you, what is this, who are you?

The bag behind you tries to warn you, you may not be trapped in your past

What you see, certainly, all of it may be true

The only me is me, are you sure the only you is you?

 

It’s a minute to midnight, the knife is retracted just a hair from the artery

Give it a minute and you know exactly where it will be

Wander forever, she always catches up to you, to us, to me

Bones break and sever, leaving no trace or mystery

By the window, the stairs going down, in the open hallway or on the balcony

You embody the man who killed me, you slaughtered your family

The screaming in the fridge is not the voice of the unborn baby

Infanticide and mariticide ending with your suicide

Ending with unending purgatory, a gory story of your punishment

Lisa, please forgive me, there is a monster inside

Of you, I will expunge it with homicide

You listened to them, calling you to violence

And everything you were, you wore a falsehood that you rose out of, we know you lied

You have been chosen to wander, witness and wonder at fresh hell in silence

Welcome to the hillside

 

My voice, can you hear it!

TWO ZERO FOUR EIGHT SIX THREE

This sign, can you read it?

Two Zero Four Eight Six Three

I’ll wait forever if you’ll just come to me.

Two Zero Four Eight Six Three

I’ve been behind you always

And you’ll never escape these hallways

The two fathers, two crimes, two times, with no chance of escape, forever, eight victims, six fragments complete my image, they will never know the end, it’s just us three, you and you and me.