Godforsaken

Distrust grows as the night goes on. The sugar plum fairy keeps singing her song. My razor cuts deeps into the flesh of a fool. Blood runs hot but my eyes so cool. Into the night the OBJECT's body tumbles.

It's not enough; the OBJECT touched me. Touched me reached out to me. The OBJECT's screams echo for hour and years into the past. Wake the neighbors why don't you. Crack splat snap. The last sounds the OBJECT ever makes, crush it's skull through to the somach, brain turns to gooey goop all that's left is the song as it fell. I feel nothing. I sing my song.

Smile though your hear is aching, smile even though it's breaking.

Stand at street, look down at mangled carcass. Ruined potential. Needs more, fell too soon. Eyeball Stan was happy enough to drag OBJECT up to roof for me. Needs little convincing to handle corpse in all honesty. Not likely to take him home to ma' and pa' ahaaa ha ha ha ha!

Should begin with anesthesia, don't believe OBJECT is capable of blood flow except outward so moving on. Incicions begin around ear lobe and wrap around behind the ear. Lips are removed for a more natural look. Cut through layers of muscle and fat below cheek bones and along jaw line. My razor and Stan's tools more than enough for operation.

Surgery is complete, patient looks quite dapper. Enough for now. Already have license; wedding ring found in pants pocket. The OBJECT deserves more from us.

The night is cold. The song goes on. I'm still singing and singing my favorite song.