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this little 9-year-old and his pudgy buddy like to climb trees, when they were out together, climbing higher and higher (ok, the second one gets an A for effort) the 9-year-old grabbed a branch, the branch broke, and down the helpless 9-year-old fell, as he hit the ground, he felt a sharp thrust of pressure hit is abdomen, no breath, and then... all turned black.



as normal children would do, the 9-year-old's chunky little buddy ran, thinking that he was dead, which was a possibility.



but the 9-year-old awoke, only to see his pudgy friend wadling away, struggling with desperation to get on his bike and get away. if the 9-year-old was in the same position, he would have known better and helped the friend, so naturally, he was pissed.



still unable to breath, unable to move from lack of oxygen, the 9-year-old lied there for what felt like hours, decades, an eternity of a struggle for sweet sweet air.



eventually, air did come, in short, swift gasps at first, and then became almost like hiccups to the 9-year-old, helpless child.



when he was able to breath again, after catching his breath into easy, normal, inhales and exhales. he remembered his pudgy little friend, the way he faught against the hills and the gravitational burden of his weight, he bacame angery, hateful of his friend.



on his long, agonizing walk back to home, he managed to choke down the rage that had previously consumed him, but that event, the few minutes, the.... eternity, was the opening of the gateway for the darkness that would one day consume him, and here i am today, as merciless as can ever be.

a newspaper clipping that i taped to my wall years ago, its a last words for a poem and has been published.





i went to a party, mom,

i remembered what you said.

you told me not to drink, mom,

so i drank soda instead.



i felt really proud inside, mom,

the way you said i would.

i didn't drink and drice, mom,

even though the others said i should.



i know i did the right thing, mom;

i know your always right.

now that the party is finally ending, mom,

as everyone drives out of sight.



as i got into my car, mom,

i knew ide get home in one peace,

because of the way you raised me, mom,

so responsible and sweet.



i started to drive away, mom,

but as i pulled onto the road,

the other car didn't see me, mom,

and it hit me like a load.



as i lie here on the pavement, mom,

i hear the policeman say,

the other guy is drunk, mom,

and now i'm the one who'll pay.



i'm lying here dying, mom,

i wish you'd get here soon.

how come this happened to me, mom?

my life bursts like a balloon.



there is blood all around me, mom,

most of it is mine.

i hear the paramedic say, mom,

i'll die in a very short time.



i just want to tell you, mom,

i swear i didnt drink.

it was the others, mom,

the others didnt think.



he didnt know where he was going, mom,

he was probably at the same party as i.

the only difference is, mom,

he drank and i will die.



why do people drink, mom?

it can ruin your whole life.

i feel sharp pains now, mom,

pains just like a knife.



the guy who hit me is walking, mom,

i dont think that is fair;

i'm lying here dying, mom,

while all he can do is stare.



tell my brother not to cry, mom,

tell daddy to be brave,

and when i go to heaven, mom,

write "daddy's girl" on my grave.



someone should have told him, mom,

not to drink and drive.

if only they would have taken the time, mom,

i would still be alive.



my breath is getting shorter, mom,

im becoming very scared.

please dont cry for me, mom,

because when i needed you, you were always there.



i have one last question, mom,

before i say good-bye,

i didn't ever drink, mom,

so why am i to die?



this is the end, mom,

i wish i could look you in the eye,

to say these final words, mom,

i love you and good-bye.





as i said, newspaper, i personally like drinking.