Day after day , I put pen to paper.

Day after day, I criticize my own writing. 

I don't know if I'm original or just reciting . 

I hope you like this. 

Day after day, I get heavier not physically but emotionally. 

Day after day, I write poems and stories I never share.

I hide them because I don't think anyone would really care.

I hope you like this. 

Day after day , I dream of being published . 

Day after day , the dream dies a little bit. 

I should look into other things, but I don't . I write and sit . 

I hope you like this . 

Day after day, I think about showing my work to others .

Day after day , the fear of rejection looms . 

I'll take most of my writing to the tomb. 

I hope you like this . 

Day after day , I pour my fragile soul onto fragile paper. 

Day after day, I try to improve. 

I don't think I'm making any progress ,  what am I trying to prove?

I hope you like this . 

I never thought it'd end this way 

I've been led astray 

I was once a predator 

Now I'm the prey 

I would stalk pretty young things 

I'd watch . Waiting . 

When they weren't suspecting I would strike 

I'd cut their throats with one slice of my knife .

That's not all I would do . 

I'd make those girls mine .

Time after time . 

They were so pretty with their dead eyes and lips blue

But those days are over . 

I'm locked in a cell 

I'm the victim now . 

Oh , how the other animals make me pay. 

Tomorrow will be my last day on this earth. 

They'll strap me to a chair and fry my brain for all it's worth. 

These violent delights have violent ends. 

Dear world , 

      You started dying today . Your death began with the death of a few people . That doesn't seem all that strange or world changing, but those people just didn't die . They died then came back to life . Not alive like they once were, but alive . Alive and crazed by hunger to consume human flesh. I know this is the end . It has to be . You , world , are definitely dying . Dying violently . Going out with a bang. Good for you , World.

     You're not the only one going out with a bang . Today, I saw eleven people , I guess they're still people , get shot in the head by National Gaurd soldiers . The saddest part of it all? I'm sure today was just the beginning , and things are going to get much worse .

    You're not going to die alone world . People are going to die with you . Everyday . Until none of us are left .