Breath
James Willson, Insane asylum, 2004:
I sit in a crazy home.. My mind? May be gone
But the day we roamed, and played the songs
Of love, as praise in poems is still in my head,
So as I sit in my bed, I cry & revisit the dead..
But I can only re-envision the dread now, see?
I told what happened, but they just doubt me
They tried to make me confess, and do a bid
By beating me, & telling me what the killer did...
Detective & James 9th precinct, 2001:
Admit it, dammit!.. You’re the vicious bandit
That drenched your hand in twisted murder!
You flipped & hurt her.. Now say it!.. Say it!
You’re a crazed kid that played with this girl
& gauged wits, Then trick her and made stiff;
This young lady, didn’t you!? This shit is true
& If you don’t admit it, dude... I’ll get at you!
Now say it!.. You got her to roam the woods
& now, alone, you could do your evil, right!?
You could heed the night. Right there, man,
So you snapped and choked her, bare hand!
But that’s not it!.. You revived the poor lady!
For more, maybe?! Now you were more crazy
Than you even thought you were!.. The sin!..
Cause you didn’t stop.. You choked her again
And brought her back... only to do it all over
And as she’d draw closer to death, you’d quit
..You’d shift..You’d bring her back, once more
But the blunt core of your evil soul would lust
For the small veins in her beautiful face to bust
& you couldn’t stop that last time, okay, kid!?
*turns on tape recorder*........ Now say it!!!
I.. I..
I.. We were in the woods listening to music
When she said, I should try some new shit...
She grabbed my hands & talked me through it
I didn’t want to at first but she mad me do it...
She Said loss of breath was when she was freest
So... I did it, after she begged; “I need this”...
*starts crying as he talks*.. She’d touch her private
And She said it turned her on;... What I did...
But.. But.. *His attitude gets controled and focused*
Then her moans & gasps for breath felt good
I felt.... Power... the first time in those woods
.. I liked it too much.. See?.. It freed me too
Freedom!...... Her breath....... It bleeds truth
I wanted that truth... My actions may be a sin
But I’d bleed to hear her breath...
...Just so I could take it again.
Back to the future:
See this patient, students? He was a childhood murderer at age 15. After confessing to a grisly murder, the invertigating detective flipped out and beat him viciously. The poor child doesn’t remember the murder or much of anything because of the beating; only a few moment with his childhood girlfriend, and bits of the interrogation. He resides here, in the Missouri Institute for the Insane now. Lets move on to the next specimen...
-W1