Spree

 I knew you were bad
I could feel your ether
Your black slime swamp
Evil gurgling underneath
Your unstoppable force
You left me no choice
You raped me physically
And worse still mentally
I enjoyed your abuse
I became your lover
Your mother, your slave
Your obedient gimp in leather
There was nothing I wouldn’t do
It appears I work for you
And you work for Satan
We’ve slept together
We’ve fucked together
We’ve tortured together
We’ve even killed together
But only the weak, right?

I no longer question what we do
Even in the rare quiet times
You lead, I follow, no dissent
Our body count sitting at 54
But then who’s keeping count
We thrive in this evil mayhem
But this one’s different
Different from all the rest
Take a look at him
He looks so helpless
He can’t fight back
Ok I get it, he cries a lot
I can see he’s demanding
He is nothing without us
Maybe he does deserve to die
Maybe your right, maybe,
But he’s only 4 years old
He smiles sometimes
I don’t know if I can do it
Remove all 4 limbs
Then behead him
Your instructions
I must do your bidding
But reconsider
After all, he is our son