Sins of the Abused

If you insist...then I will start from the beginning my goodman....

I was forced to return to that wretched place...

I blame my mother...she forces me to go back to this place...

She says I must receive a proper education...

But...whenever I enter this...horrifying institution...

These ignorant people...always have new methods of torture for me...

It is truly...hell on earth...

I do not say a word...I do not lash out in anger...

I feel pity for these pathetic excuses for human beings...

What a saddening existence they must live...

Using violence to fill the endless void insides there tainted hearts...

I must become there savior...I must save them from their misery...

Under the majestic moonlight...

I pierced the skin of their overly tanned stomachs...

I had to cleanse there bodies from the inside...

It was the only way...it was the pure way...

I worked my way up their frail bodies...

Until I reached their corrupted hearts

Then I drained them of life...

They became hollow skin sacks that will never plague the world with there existence...

What I made was perfection...what I made was beautiful...it was a living piece of art...

Dainty bodies stitched together...faces conjoined...eyes stitched to one another...

My greatest masterpiece!!! The world shall marvel at my work!!!

So now that you know the full story...

Can you please be a gentleman, and loosen this jacket you've put upon me...