Black Valley. Or Maybe the hell of Suburbia.

Driving home from work with Mozart in channel with the wind. I find classical music the only medication I need for insanity. Noticing not a car behind me, in front, beside.... No where to be found. I found myself to think. Am I all alone in the world, finally? Can I take what my heart desires? Can I scream and no one would hear me? The near silence was rather frightening. How could a state this big be this quiet? Hoping for a beast to run out in the middle of the road and kill me. Hoping for an answer to why its so quiet. Then again you must laugh its 3 a.m. Finally I wasn't alone a car past by. Disturbing me. I then was pulling up to the stop light I make a right at in order to come home. I thought I could kill a man and no one would know until morning. I could take his head clean off and spread his remains around the house. A surprise here and a surprise there. I always wanted to see blood under the moons light. It turns black..... Shows the mans real insides. Shows he is a cold hearted pig. With blood running black. I held back figured rest would ease me. Since this music made my eye lids heavy. The world was perfect for a second of my life. It was the empty streets its been needing. I could finally make a path.