The Monsters Not In Dreams/A True Story

Seldom do I dwell in my own backpages so to speak. Often Im asked why do you drink so much? My answer How else would I deal with this s**t storm called life.

Fear can never be masked in death or age.

The tear cast eyes looked to the woman for that which children need in times like these.

 

The cold nights promise did linger at the sunsets demise.

Hunger in soul and in somach the three children were in the depths of

that helpless sorrow they knew from which there was no relife.

 

She was in her delusion lost to her own selfish ways once again.

The gaurds all gone and the insane were left to run the f*****g asylum yet again.

As for the three children?

 

They were nothing more than a burden a sidenote in her self absorbed sorry a*s play.

Her heart wasnt buried in that shallow vault she called a chest for it didnt exist at all.

 

The children hungry cold scared looked to this selfish b***h as often befor.

The oldest at seven asking.

Mom what are we gonna do!? 

 

He knew there would be no answer, he knew the tears that welled in his soul need

never meet the floor  for she had no feelings and they would only be a waste of his life

that now seemed to hang in the hands of a lunatic.

 

Well son your the oldest so I really dont know what to tell you

but it's every man for himself.

 

the words hung like the smell of decay in the air as she left the boy to fend

for his two sibblings she was off and he knew to chase and scream was like pissing in

a strong wind she could never care.

 

She left them as many times befor and children like clay were being formed

in the most fucked up shapes humanly possible.

 

Some would rather step on your head then ever lend you a hand.

 

You gotta love blood.

 

For no one can f**k you up worse than them.

 

Monsters dont creep in shadows or haunt spaces between the floor.

Most walk in the day and for thoose three children

they were in a helplees case called Mom and Dad.

 

Dedicated to my Aunt

 

Who not only fucked her worthless existance of a life up but her childrens as well.

    

Reviews

[flea]

Your story truly affected me. You inspire all the stories I have never thought to write. Thank you

[Richielee]

Gonzo this is different write than usual for you but but i can feel the emotions running through it, like i always say your more serious writes always open up that part of your brain with which you bang the reader straight in the face with raw truths.great write my friend