Thursday, July 28, 2011

Ninth Post

When is a face not a face? When it's a mask. When is a mask not a mask? When it's a face. The two aren't the same. They aren't.

They scream quieter when I try to think about a faceless mask. They want me to do something, but how can I know what if they won't tell me. 

Lullaby, and good night,
You're your mother's delight,
Shining angels beside
My darling abide.

If I find out what they want will that make them stop screaming?

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Eighth Post

I failed. Again I failed. I hear them crying all the time. Mommy Mommy please make it better. So I went after her because it's all her fault once she pays the price they won't cry and they won't hurt anymore. But I failed and they are screaming in so much pain and they are telling me Mommy look harder Mommy you're looking in the wrong place. There should have been fire, so much fire, but I did it wrong, I don't know what I did wrong.

People have faces. The pictures had no face, but people have faces. Maybe it was a mask. But why did he use a mask with no face? And how did my children know that he was stalking their godmother? And if they knew he was bad, why didn't they scream when he came to take them?

Why can't I make them stop crying?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Seventh Post

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Sixth Post

I told her. I told her what she deserves and I told her what she will get for what she did to my children and she hung up on me, the bitch hung up on me after what she did she had the nerve to hang up on me she should have listened why doesn't she hate herself as much as I do she said she loved them if she loved them then she hate herself for what she did to them.

Sometimes I hear my children whispering to me. They're crying and I sing to them hush little baby don't say a word but they keep crying and I know that they won't stop crying until everyone responsible for hurting them has aid. Its funny though. The only time I hear them crying is when I dream about a man with no face. Just like their pictures.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Fifth Post

Well, back to this. I just spent 2 weeks in the hospital. And not the regular hospital.

My mother did it. She called the doctors and told them I had stopped eating. And so they came and took me away. Pumped me full of drugs. Drugs that make you stop feeling. I told the doctors I would keep taking them after I left the hospital, that I felt so much better while on them. It was partially true. I do feel better with the drugs. It doesn't hurt.  And that just can't happen. If I stop hurting then I'll forget about them. The doctors told me I need to stop blaming myself and that if I'm not ready to move on, I at least need to place blame properly. That part I can agree with.

I used to have a best friend.  She stopped taking my phone calls even before my babies were killed. The kids loved her so much. I used to tell her that she was almost as much of a mother to them as I was. And then she abandoned us. Didn't even give a reason. But then later, we found out the reason. And then my babies were murdered. That fucker murdered my babies because of her.They drew those pictures, said it was her and the man. She knew he was hunting her and didn't go to police. She brought him into their lives.

She needs to pay.