I wake up from time to time in a cold dark sweat from nightmares that i can't remember.the only motivation that i have is to look for an answer to a question that i do not have . Now i sit in my room looking around to see what life has given me so far; On my wall there are pictures of people that i used to know... they used to be my friends...most of them either moved away died or went to jail, never to be hurd from again . but thats the price you pay when you play the game... ON my dresser there are over due library books of emily dickenson,kuma sutra,and the encylopida of seiral killers . I love to read when i do im in a diffront world I almost lust for it some days. I can feel the stories the love, the hate, and the lust. I can feel the excitement of when the killers seek there pray the hoorer of when they make there kill.I taste the last blood of the victom was stabed , shot, or strangled. I can feel the knife penatrate there skin and worst or all i can remember there fear it hounts me. stairing at my floor lies a hoodie that i had stolen from my sister jess 3yr before she was murdered... now its all that i have except sum small memories of her . not even to foot from the hoodie i see a nother picture that must have fallen from the wall it was a pic of Niki she was the first person in my life that i could say that i loved and trusted and i made sure that never happend , but i found out you can not stop love and now she is gone . Now I come to relizethat nothing in my room is mine i dont even belong to me im stuck i n this cage proded by guards ,Who gose home to there families to witch they so much adore and speak of the animals they had to put it up at work and talk how they make us do tricks for then as if we can be trained but we can not because when i get lose i can not be caught again.
