Come here child

“Where the hell have you been?!!!!” she screamed, throwing a vase at her young lover. “I’ve been waiting and waiting! Jesus Christ! How the hell do you expect me to write without you here?!” Her brown curls looked a fine frenzy around her full cheeks. He calmly looked up at his darling lover,
“I’ve always been here.” She stared at the door. No one was there. This must’ve been one of the practical jokes the neighborhood kids were playing on her.
“W-w-ho’s there?” she asked, grabbing her .45 from the desk.
“You and I both know that’s not real, Charlotte.” Poor Charlotte looked about the room, searching for the voice’s body. Charles looked at his love, then it hit him, she couldn’t see him. Charlotte grabbed a bottle of ink and threw it in his direction. It flew through his body and hit the door behind him. He was dead.

Take me to the Chorus

I sat down on my rusty-springed bed. The creaking underneath me brought shivers to my spine. I hated it here. I was told by God to do those things. It was what He wanted, I didn’t want to, but he told me to. The jail-guard walked past my cell.
‘G’nite Henry.” He said, smiling a little.
“’Nite Phil.” I lay down on my bed. Rolling over to face the picture of my 7 year old little girl holding her 6 month old brother made me want to cry. It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t. God told me to do it. He told me to kill those men. They were doing bad things in His temple of peace. Death Row was gripping me with its black nails of blood and tainted souls. ‘I’m sorry Kenny, I’m sorry Louis, I’m sorry Karen.’ I thought as the tears escaped my eyes. My wife and children were to be fatherless and husbandless. No matter how much we begged, I was still sentenced to death. The faces of the men I killed flashed through my mind. I didn’t want to kill them…I heard my cell door open. I sat up, only to be greeted by malicious smile. She came forward, knife in hand.
“Louis…don’t do this, daddy loves yo-“ Blood spurted out from my chest.
“Bye-bye daddy.”