When the music is over

January,2nd

Silence. Just that. My finger stills on the trigger. There are two bullets more on my gun. The innocent body of Shoshanna Dreyfus stills on the floor, covered with her own blood. The bloody knife still stuck on her chest. Why? Why do you suppose that it was me who did it? Don´t be so prejudiced. It was her who stuck the knife on his chest… It was so easy. A shot in my head and, THE END. But NO! she had to be at everything. What a fucking crazy woman. Her last words were “ Oh, if you´re gonna die, I will too. Because that´s the only way to the eternal love”.  And that phrase made me think. I was just about to kill myself to get away from her. Do I want to spend the rest of my eternal life with her? NO, NO, And NO. So I just said “Ok sweety that´s a great idea”. And she did it. She just fucking did it…

After cleaning the mess of blood the living room was, I Put The Doors on my Stereo. What a perfect band to listen after a Sui/Homicide. I sat on my favorite chair and fall asleep..

“People are strange when you´re a stranger” _{Jim Morrison}

Sincerely, Mr. Moustache