It was just before dusk as he set out again. His swaggared step slowly hit the asfalt as he walked down the desolate hi-way. Each foot over lapping the other in a quick step game he liked to play with himself. One foot dragging some dust up as the other, makes it's way down in time to push the dust away within another step. It was only type of game a man could play out here alone and with nothing.
The brisk desert air hit is lungs with a piercing stab. He had to cough a little to contain the pain. He couldnt remember when this road had carried it's last passangers. He couldnt even recall the model of the last car he had seen. Though out here it really didnt matter.
He tiped his dusty black cowboy hat upwards so he could stare out to the vacant abandon. All around him was dirt, dust and prarie. Seemingly to go on forever, just as he seemed. Always waiting for the next pick me up.
He strolled silently for awhile. Allowing his last meal creap up on the sides of his stomach. A slight dull pain entered his muscles as he walked. To ward off the uncomfort he narrowed his hawk like eyes at the shoulder lines on the road. Each step creaping to more pain and to more pain crept the dreams of another passer by.
He thought of happier times in his travels. When a nice suburban family along for a holiday vaction had picked him up. Nice sing alongs, better views, odd screams. He never quite forgot killing an entire family and probably never would. But with time memories seemed to fade into black and white. Loosing all the prominate color and lucidity. All of his kills seemed to go in that direction. Good for a few hours then lost into the relm of madness.
He wondered if any of his victims had thought before picking him up "this is what mama warned us about, but he looks like such a nice young southen boy" He shrugged the thought of with a chuckle and began to sing out into the wind.
He loved isolation and it reminded of his childhood. When daddy use to hog tie um up to a tree to fend out the cold nights alone as he got it on with some or all of the brothel gals. He remembered a beautiful young Russian gal his daddy bought and paid fer. She ended up cutting him down from the tree one night so he could show her the way home to her new life. As a payment of kindness he slit her throat before daddy could have the pleasure.
In the midst of reliving fond chilhood memories he had'nt even noticed the car that had pulled up long side of him.
It was an antique fair lady dautsun around the late 1970's early 1980's cherry red convertable. The leather interrior was in pristine condition as if never been used throughly or without wreckless care. The windows though pristine in with the original glass had been tinted to accomidate the new millenium. The ragtop was securely in place and it was hard to see who sat in the drivers seat. Either way woman or man, this car would soon be the hitcher's and he was eager to get out of this no where land.
The passanger door swung open slowly. He was far to tall to see in.
All Around Me
Breathe Today
Cassie
Christmas Song Music As A Weapon [EP]
Fully Alive
Fully Alive (Acoustic) Music As A Weapon [EP]
I'm So Sick
I'm Sorry
Justice And Mercy Music As A Weapon [EP]
Much Like Falling Music As A Weapon [EP]
Perfect
So I Thought
Sorrow
There For You
Have you ever wished to kill someone so badly, to tear someones flesh away from the bone? To see there ever fiber, drip the essence of there life that you once wanted to hold so badly in your arms down to the floor. Mixing with the dirt and scum so you know more think of them as an exaulted character you once had. To have ever peice of there flesh torn into shreds so you are able to devoure them with your own lust and passion so you can feel the hate and contempt of there own feelings? I wish to take his life in my hands and squeeze out his very last breath...listening to him cry out in agony as I laugh in his face. Ha no better no worse than the beast we both are...He has my love and for this love he hides...he hides behind faces of pain, of laughter, of lies...he is no better than I and I have now wanted none...I wanted he...and he has sucummed my feelings, thoughts, heart...I am left with nothing...Except this tale of death, wanting, and abandonment I dare have done...he know's no pain, all he lives are games, and in my world I only play for keeps...
To absent friends, lost loves, and old gods, and may each and everyone of us GIVE THE DEVIL HIS DUE !
(c)Sever & Austyn
