Dedicated to BTK*

Outside the maelstrom howled.
Branches shattered and were flung to the ground.
Others shook in rabid cycles, marionettes of nature.
Huge droplets of life buzzed through the air like locusts.
The sky was a sea of churning grey.
Inside the tv bathed the room in its soft glow.
Hot, stale air seeped from the vents in the wall.
Carrying along the aroma of hot broth which lingered in the air.
From inside the box of wires and tubes.
Came soothing voices that numbed the whirling thoughts.
And the darkness was deep and complete.

He's pretty cute
Thought the girl at the bar.
She smiled at him, and he returned the favor.
A crooked grin below sapphire eyes.
They gleamed, as if burning with fever.
Crisp clothes, silky hair, witty banter.
Offers were made.
And accepted.
Screams bouncing from the soundproofed walls.
Once he began the world melted away.
And all would be bright and hot and crimson.
On this plane HE was God.
A God of Chaos and random.
Death was his gift to give.
It was the only escape.
He only hoped his eyes would not betray his true mind.
Until it was too late.


*And I hope he gets the chair.
**And no, I'm not a psycho.
***I don't think so, at least.