The Confession - 6/13

Despite my fanatic hair trigger
(Dead hobos tossed, piled in the mud,
The whole reservoir painted in blood),
I felt so much stronger and bigger;
Rage exploded from me in a flood --
Weaponized me like a scud,
Imbued with renewed vim and vigor.

Had the coat transformed me to a killer,
Or was that just paranoid bunk?
Was I merely a psychotic punk,
Who'd put himself up on a pillar
Justifying his violent spelunk?
Either way, I'd become a grave filler
(Not to mention the girl in my trunk).

I regarded my nightmarish playground
And all of the lives I had stole;
The jacket and I reached our goal,
And right then, I knew I was hellbound --
My urges beyond all control;
Much as I tried to stay earthbound,
Coat's poison was deep in my soul.

I dragged all the bodies (quite heavy)
Together, in haphazard ways,
Set the whole crime scene ablaze,
Sped off in my '92 Chevy
At Mach 4 (no time for delays) --
Laughing through inferno's haze,
I headed off, bound for the levee.

I had to get rid of the body,
The car too, if I'd dodge the heat --
Beating a hasty retreat,
It seemed as though I had been shoddy:
A gunshot from Chevy's back seat --
My vision went cloudy and spotty,
Would this be my final defeat?

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