A monster flew into my head last night and from its belly fell a dark silent angel of might.

I was the only survivor to see the angel from the sky, I wasn't supposed to speak the words but I had no will left in my soul, so I spoke, so softly... "yesterday I survived a massacre and I am the only one who truly knows why".

I am insane, I must be, I’d rather be… I'd rather be insane than believe it was all true.

Sitting with the dead not realizing that I am still alive, hearing distant cries of the murderers of dread, I cradled my head and that's when the monster glided into the tallest tree in my memory, it must be the supernatural or evil that watches me, that tells me.

I wandered aimlessly towards the edge of the trees because I had to face this evil to save the souls of my land. I woke to death and I opened my eyes wide to devour images that could not be real. The trees in my mind are marked with scars from those who cannot grasp my reality, they came to steal and rebel victory cries, never to be heard again, their good intentions are always made known by evil ways.

Matched yet again by my dark angel friend.

Hundreds were crucified in the horror, only I, as a witness to a supernatural that can deliver such vengeance.

I know of evils purpose…. Yet no one believes….
I am insane, aren’t I?

I am here by chance not by choice or love
You, the angel who can take mortal form.
Deceiver of the innocent, deceptor of the future.

I am a killer of killers in the eye of your storm and I have come to eat the flesh of those of ill will and my desire is to survive and my purpose is to kill

I know you, dark angel from the sky, my soul damaged as you heard my cry.

These are my words for you…

Jay,

I admire you for the way you are letting go of all this stuff. It's very important to get it out of your system.

You aren't insane at all. You are expressing the terrible hurt that the little boy suffered. He deserves to have his voice.

Much love,
Larry