I Win

He's been going to see a therapist once a week for about...
Actually, this is the first time He's seeing the Headshrinker..It was court ordered.
 
 
"Hello, Mr. Whatever the hell that says, I cant pronounce it, forgive me.
I'm Dr. WhoGivesAShit..It's Indian. Please, tell me a little bit about yourself."
 
"Ok...Well
to start off I'm a fucking mess.
I'm freaked out all the time
and I'm a weird-o, I guess.
My friends tell me I'm crazy,
but I dont have any friends.
And I'm starting to think maybe
I've gone off a couple ends.
The days are getting longer,
but they seem to go so fast.
Cant seem to tell which one is which,
They all just go right passed.
Anyway.
I think my problem planted roots
when I was just a boy.
I played alone like all the time
and had to make my fuckin toys.
Needless to say, I had no toys,
just holes to dig and birds to kill.
I hated all those godamn birds,
but clipping them gave quite the thrill.
I'd catch them in a cage quite fast,
just left some food inside.
I'd snag their wings and pull em off,
Then watch em try to fly.
They'd sing such pretty songs.....
 
That got boring really quick, though,
just became the same old shit.
I needed bigger, BETTER things,
turns out this world is full of it.
I learned that cats can scratch real hard,
And dogs can bite like Hell.
I learned I could catch anything,
long as I could wait real well.
But skinning cats and burning dogs,
was like watching T.V.
it entertains my mind a bit,
but satsifies no needs.
 
I never went to school, you know,
weren't any schools around.
That Bitch taught me to read and write,
but Her smarts dont really abound.
She just liked to hate me,
Her fucking boyfriend, too.
That godamn asshole kicked my ass,
and often left me black and blue.
But I grew tough and played outside,
where I could test and plan,
and soon enough I showed my mom,
How tough and manly was Her man.
I watched Him living every day,
and learned him outside in.
I took the beatings with a smile,
whispering that I would win.
One day I saw Him in the kitchen,
cooking manly meat with beer
and thought that day I'd talk some shit,
To rouse within me twisted cheer.
I called him a pussy ass bitch,
as He'd called me before,
then slapped his food down to the ground,
His steak tumbled unto the floor.
Steam came out his eyes and ears
and quickly He saw red.
He began to yell and swing
and grabbed me by my head.
He punched me several times real hard,
but that aint nothin new,
I laughed and spit my blood at Him
and took the best that He could do.
Blow after blow He just grew weak,
His arms began to fade.
That's when I turned it all around,
and HE was trying to evade.
I grabbed Him by the throat and squeezed,
untill his eyes rolled back,
then let Him catch His breath real quick,
to keep him from fading to black.
Just to wake Him up a bit,
I pressed his cheek against the grill,
the one He used to cook his meat,
which would have been the mans last meal.
I threw Him down onto the ground,
and stepped right on His face.
I rubbed His seared, still-burning flesh,
into His mouth to taste.
He got up screaming from the pain,
which wasn't nearly done.
I grabbed His face and got real close
and said 'Now you can't run.'
I then tied Him to the table,
His arms and legs spread wide.
He screamed and screamed to no avail,
and begged me for His life.
Then I recalled that Bitch was there,
still sound asleep in bed.
Needless to say, I woke Her up,
just ran in and screamed 'HE'S DEAD!'
She jumped up with big, fearful eyes,
And hurried to come see,
but what she found was that asshole
awaiting sentencing.
She tried to run straight to His side,
but I had different plans.
I pulled Her back and grabbed Her neck
and said 'YOU kill this Man..
You brought Him here and let Him be,
Just WATCHED Him beat me blue.
I screamed and begged for you to help,
What, ever, did you do?!
You kill this Man the way I say,
or the same will come to you.'
And, like I thought, the selfish bitch
faked a tear and said 'ok...'
He screamed and begged Her for Her help,
and She just said 'ok..'
I wire tied His pits and thighs
and made Her tie His dick.
Then put a knife inside her hand
and said 'It wont be quick.'
She knew the ties were tourniquets
and didnt have to ask.
She closed her eyes and gave a sigh,
then started on Her task.
She pressed the cold, sharp steel to skin
and He just went insane.
He tried and tried to come untied
but only caused more pain.
His screams caused Her to hesitate,
Her cuts shakey and slow.
She cried and cried but, oh, the joy
I felt you'll never know.
As each arm fell and hit the floor
the screams got more intense.
I thought I'd scream and cry myself,
The joy was so immense.
She was then to remove His dick,
and give Him but a taste.
Then, as is deserved of Him,
Toss it in the trash, like waste.
His legs would take longer to do,
and He was getting pale.
So I got out the axe for Her
and She began to wail.
First couple hits just went through meat
and shot blood everywhere.
watching Her swing so wildly
was like my best Nightmare.
Then there it was, beautiful friend,
The Darkness creeping in.
His fleeting life just pounding there,
upon his necks rough skin.
Then question presented it's face,
as often in torturing:
To let Him bleed and fade away,
or live,
remembering everything?
I guess I let the Torso live,
but someone took His place.
I cut that Bitches fucking throat
and let Her bleed out on His face.
I called an ambulance for Him
and told them what I'd done.
Then, patiently, sat on the porch,
to wait for them to come.
The cops came first and I just said
'I will go peacefully'.
I put my arms behind my back
and they arrested me.
I went to jail, then to court
and now I'm sitting here,
A man who has been justly judged
by Jury of 'my peers'.
The judge has left it up to you,
To choose which cage I'm in.
But no matter where you put me, Doc
That piece of shit knows that I win......
 
You know, Doc, I find myself asking:
Am I a Man, trapped in the Beast,
Or am I Beast, trapped in the Man?
Which one do you think is me?"