Alex DiVincenzo
08/08/06, 10:20 AM
As the title states, this is my favorite piece of writing I've ever done. It may turn into lyrics for a future song by my band or it may just stay here on the interweb. Either way, let me know what you think. I'm not as crazy as this may imply; I just like a lot of horror movies.
"Lifestyles of the Sick and Twisted"
the large size of the house caused the distinct sound of a gunshot to echo throughout it. and, with the harmony of a cadaver hitting the cold concrete, he walked out into the darkness as the smell of death filtered through the air. distination: the now-abandoned house he grew up in where he learned all the wrong things about feelings from the dismal relationship he constantly witnessed. screaming, lies, beating, cries; these events led him to this lifestyle of hatred towards all of humanity. it was completely incurable, all of the doctors told him that. why waste money talking about his past when he could continue on with his future? it wasn't much, but it was his. with each death, he took a trophy. it made him proud on the inside. this time, it was this very song. you're a secondhand witness to murder.
"Lifestyles of the Sick and Twisted"
the large size of the house caused the distinct sound of a gunshot to echo throughout it. and, with the harmony of a cadaver hitting the cold concrete, he walked out into the darkness as the smell of death filtered through the air. distination: the now-abandoned house he grew up in where he learned all the wrong things about feelings from the dismal relationship he constantly witnessed. screaming, lies, beating, cries; these events led him to this lifestyle of hatred towards all of humanity. it was completely incurable, all of the doctors told him that. why waste money talking about his past when he could continue on with his future? it wasn't much, but it was his. with each death, he took a trophy. it made him proud on the inside. this time, it was this very song. you're a secondhand witness to murder.