he KNEW what he was doing. i swear, the police called me crazy, my own mother called me insane... but i saw him. i heard him pouring the gasoline and lighting the match... oh how the orange of the flame reflected in his dull, dull, eyes as he decimated the one thing that kept them together. The ONE thing that kept him together. he felt no remorse for what he did, i saw it in his movements from where i hid. yet, THEY still call me crazy. THEY still say he's innocent...if only they knew. i KNOW that he'll continue slaughtering all that he once held dear, until the world is but smoke and ash.
he KNEW what he was doing. i swear, the police called me crazy, my own mother called me insane... but i saw him. i heard him pouring the gasoline and lighting the match... oh how the orange of the flame reflected in his dull, dull, eyes as he decimated the one thing that kept them together. The ONE thing that kept him together. he felt no remorse for what he did, i saw it in his movements from where i hid. yet, THEY still call me crazy. THEY still say he's innocent...if only they knew. i KNOW that he'll continue slaughtering all that he once held dear, until the world is but smoke and ash.