Early Years and Dark Thoughts

In these early years of his life he was learning how much he loved to kill... I wonder, is the hair on the back of their necks tingling right now with my thoughts of their death lingering over them?

Do they see my face in their nightmares because they know they can never get away with what they have done? Or are they clueless to their future, living one drug-induced day to the next.

Thinking nothing at all of the children whose father was taken from them or the years I’ll never get back. If that’s the case, when I look down upon them and see only confusion in their eyes, then mess or no mess, they will beg for death, to no avail.

I will make sure the pain will be continuous and severe.