I can almost hear the shattered cries of my kids screaming sadistically at their crimson grim murderer. Hands bound behind their heads with copper wire and hot searing tears race down their cheeks to die upon their trembling lips. It’s ok.

My wife was propped against the headboard of our bed face down also bound with copper wire. Her head looked to be half shaven was in fact half gone from ear to the middle of her skull.  Remnants of saturated life oozed from her throat baring the imprints of a messy and careless surgeon of flesh. It’s ok.

I’m in an alternate world for the moment deep breathing the nirvana-Esq kingdom of my dead family. My sweet Paige , violated and used for the intimate moment’s of sex and death. Two things so intimate a person can share in this life and it’s breathless. Shudders crawl up my spine like an internal orgasm as I grip the doorway peering into the bedroom staring dark into a painting just above the bed. A portraiture of the lord painted by my Paige gazing endlessly at me afoul. I can’t help but bare my rotted soul in no disguise to him even though he too is my savior. Am I mad? What have I done? . I must have been in a state of fugue.

I killed my family and the damn dog too. Maybe I could blame this on heavy metal music and black Sabbath records played in reverse. Nah they will never believe that especially since Judas priests’ bald headed leader announced he secretly loved disco and rainbow colored condoms. Oh mother as I joked aloud and raised a .37 caliber to the venous coarse of my discombobulated fugue induced temple , with a smile protruding through frail thin lips red stained , softly my finger dry humped the trigger with quick force. I lay half dead , final thoughts poured rapidly in the last picturesque movie reel of my mind. Jolted and destroyed this family now was only hours since the happiest day of our lives , the day Paige , Hoyt , Emily and I brought home the family’s first new Guns N Roses album. I knew I should’ve settled for what the kids wanted , Sponge bob’s greatest hits. It’s ok…