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Chupacabra
One night, on the way home from work,
Pulling into the driveway,
~.Of my dads, moving in with him to prematurely care take for him. ~
~.As well as having to take care of her mother, also named Mary.~
~.as he was now somewhat ill, not able to return to work, for years now.~
After one of those long work days from hell,
That you are so grateful to be home, instead of just being alive
That you swear you would be willing get on your knees and blow the ground,
For leaving that God awful cesspool of filth they call work,
I seen this, thing
Standing in front of my dad’s tree
By the water bowl near his window, swaying back and forth
With its arms waving back and forth
Almost if calling something forth,
Or summoning
The dogs did not see it,
But when my headlights hit upon it,
It snapped out of its trance, turned, looked at my wife and I
AND ran, on 2 legs like lizards do
But this thing was moving faster than any dog,
It turned to look in our window as it ran past
Leaped the 8 foot barbed wired fence
Without missing neither a step nor being slowed down,
It was about 3 feet tall,
But its snout,
Its snout was not as long as this picture
But otherwise, tis a perfect likeness
In fact the likeness of it is very uncanny,
Right after that, strange unexplained noises were heard,
Throughout the house,
Though only 1 person at a time would hear it
Things began to alter after that,
The relationship between my father and me
It began to turn hostile
Tension so thick, and yet so fragile that it could be cut with a fucking butter knife man,
It reached a height when one week,
I SHAVED OF FALL MY HAIR,
From the top of my head, to about my knees,
And I began walking around with a 40 pound sledge hammer
Waiting for him to say something I did not like
Or to challenge me
Weird as it sounds,
I could not just blindly attack him
On God no
I had to have permission before I could touch him,
I had to be provoked unto wrath,
or I felt that I could not have permission, let alone attack him
It finally came one night,
Both my Nana and Tata were visiting
My father, in the room talking with them
Called for me,
Proceeding to yell at me for not greeting them earlier
Or at least properly by sitting in there with them
That was it;
Looking at him, I smiled, as I stared him in his eyes
He left, locking himself in his room,
Refusing to open it, nor talk to me through it
Exploding in what I BELIEVED TO BE RIGHTIOUS ANGER
I pushed open the door
Looking for him to make the first move,
Which I knew he would
A left jab, which I caught in mid air
And I rammed him against the wall,
Spearing him I threw him onto the bed
And proceeded to chock the life out of him
With my own, bare hands,
And Oooh, if felt soo damn good,
Gratifying
As if a better world awaits,
I came too with my Nana yelling to Mary that Eddie’s killing him
There was still life left in my dad
As my Tata was yelling at me to get off of him
Not even he, my Tata Eddie, I am the Eduardo the 3rd,
Not even my Tata Eddie dared to approach me to get me off of him
And he has never been scared of a man,
Till that night, of me
He was scared of me,
As was my dad, scared for the first time
I was rage,
and I was power incarnate
As if my journey had just begun, for my first time,
They have heard stories of me being angry and all of a sudden becoming incredibly strong
They had never imagined it, let alone ever seen it
Until that night
That was the beginning of my major explorations and obsessions with the darker side of my walk
To find out the truth of what it was that ailed me,
Nay, that came over me, for it was not the last time
But the first of many,
As well as the first of many strange events and occurrences
Soon after this, I became seriously ill myself,
Doctors unable to find the root cause of an extreme weakness,
Which left me all of a sudden unable to stand at times or even put on my own socks
Without falling over
The sickness left me unable to mechanic full time,
As a result, I lost my job
Instead of being able to go part time, or granted a leave of absence to heal
The root cause of dismissal, a lie
Told about me, sleeping on the job
Which are grounds for immediate dismissal, and denial of benefits,
Life was rarely good after that
And nothing was ever the same
Life was now not enough,
As this dark evil spread with me,
Traveling place to place wherever I go,
The darkness eventually spreading into every aspect of my life
Ruining friendships, burning the fuck out of bridges
And testing my faith, marriage, and health
Before being able to die,
One needed to be shown how to die,
One night I Took a stand in anger,
Raising both fists cursing God and Satan
Telling them both to fuk off, I can do it better,
But that is another story,
Found in mine Gothic Requiems
Pulling into the driveway,
~.Of my dads, moving in with him to prematurely care take for him. ~
~.As well as having to take care of her mother, also named Mary.~
~.as he was now somewhat ill, not able to return to work, for years now.~
After one of those long work days from hell,
That you are so grateful to be home, instead of just being alive
That you swear you would be willing get on your knees and blow the ground,
For leaving that God awful cesspool of filth they call work,
I seen this, thing
Standing in front of my dad’s tree
By the water bowl near his window, swaying back and forth
With its arms waving back and forth
Almost if calling something forth,
Or summoning
The dogs did not see it,
But when my headlights hit upon it,
It snapped out of its trance, turned, looked at my wife and I
AND ran, on 2 legs like lizards do
But this thing was moving faster than any dog,
It turned to look in our window as it ran past
Leaped the 8 foot barbed wired fence
Without missing neither a step nor being slowed down,
It was about 3 feet tall,
But its snout,
Its snout was not as long as this picture
But otherwise, tis a perfect likeness
In fact the likeness of it is very uncanny,
Right after that, strange unexplained noises were heard,
Throughout the house,
Though only 1 person at a time would hear it
Things began to alter after that,
The relationship between my father and me
It began to turn hostile
Tension so thick, and yet so fragile that it could be cut with a fucking butter knife man,
It reached a height when one week,
I SHAVED OF FALL MY HAIR,
From the top of my head, to about my knees,
And I began walking around with a 40 pound sledge hammer
Waiting for him to say something I did not like
Or to challenge me
Weird as it sounds,
I could not just blindly attack him
On God no
I had to have permission before I could touch him,
I had to be provoked unto wrath,
or I felt that I could not have permission, let alone attack him
It finally came one night,
Both my Nana and Tata were visiting
My father, in the room talking with them
Called for me,
Proceeding to yell at me for not greeting them earlier
Or at least properly by sitting in there with them
That was it;
Looking at him, I smiled, as I stared him in his eyes
He left, locking himself in his room,
Refusing to open it, nor talk to me through it
Exploding in what I BELIEVED TO BE RIGHTIOUS ANGER
I pushed open the door
Looking for him to make the first move,
Which I knew he would
A left jab, which I caught in mid air
And I rammed him against the wall,
Spearing him I threw him onto the bed
And proceeded to chock the life out of him
With my own, bare hands,
And Oooh, if felt soo damn good,
Gratifying
As if a better world awaits,
I came too with my Nana yelling to Mary that Eddie’s killing him
There was still life left in my dad
As my Tata was yelling at me to get off of him
Not even he, my Tata Eddie, I am the Eduardo the 3rd,
Not even my Tata Eddie dared to approach me to get me off of him
And he has never been scared of a man,
Till that night, of me
He was scared of me,
As was my dad, scared for the first time
I was rage,
and I was power incarnate
As if my journey had just begun, for my first time,
They have heard stories of me being angry and all of a sudden becoming incredibly strong
They had never imagined it, let alone ever seen it
Until that night
That was the beginning of my major explorations and obsessions with the darker side of my walk
To find out the truth of what it was that ailed me,
Nay, that came over me, for it was not the last time
But the first of many,
As well as the first of many strange events and occurrences
Soon after this, I became seriously ill myself,
Doctors unable to find the root cause of an extreme weakness,
Which left me all of a sudden unable to stand at times or even put on my own socks
Without falling over
The sickness left me unable to mechanic full time,
As a result, I lost my job
Instead of being able to go part time, or granted a leave of absence to heal
The root cause of dismissal, a lie
Told about me, sleeping on the job
Which are grounds for immediate dismissal, and denial of benefits,
Life was rarely good after that
And nothing was ever the same
Life was now not enough,
As this dark evil spread with me,
Traveling place to place wherever I go,
The darkness eventually spreading into every aspect of my life
Ruining friendships, burning the fuck out of bridges
And testing my faith, marriage, and health
Before being able to die,
One needed to be shown how to die,
One night I Took a stand in anger,
Raising both fists cursing God and Satan
Telling them both to fuk off, I can do it better,
But that is another story,
Found in mine Gothic Requiems
Published 22nd Mar 2016
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25th Mar 2016 00:52am
At first it was hard to wrap my brain around this one. Does make me wonder just how fine the lines are between human action and the rat of the animal world. Perhaps we all have trigger points...
25th Mar 2016 3:49am
Wether anyone believes it or not, there is real evil in this world and it influences us to do dark shit. It can be a life changer for better or worse. I believe man it will get better. A great expressive write Wolf.
