Evil (Assingment #9)

As the tapered barrel of my Smith and Wesson glimmers in the luminous Sunlight, They do not speak

The privledge of simplicity was withdrawn when we walked into the building

                                                                                            Victims, Hostages... They are horrified

They do not know that down into the intellectual pathways of my mental capacity,

                  I have no intentions to injure. They are not in danger; I am

                                If I let him down once more... I am extinguished like the flame of a dormant fireplace

As my dominant hand becomes an earthquake, I glimpse down at the gun and,

                        It speaks to me. It is urging me to shoot these innocent bystanders; I tried to reason with it

                                                                 "He will do it if you don't"

                       But I didn't want to. I feel like James Bond as everyone stares at me, intimidation in their eyes

I want to leave, but I am scared for these people.

                                        As I'm rifling through the pockets in my mind, a man tries to stand up.

I suddenly black out. My eyes open to terror filled eyes... and the man laying there...

                                                            Dead

My tears are a waterfall, but I swiftly wipe them away.

I should have known this was going to happen.

                                Who even let's a schizophrenic out of the psychiatric hospital anyways?

                                                          I asked the banker for some money. He solemnly opened his register

But there was not enough. There was a black flash, and as I regained complete conciousness,

He was                                                Dead

                                                                  I could hear sirens in the background

The bloodsplattered floors of the bank that day paint my mind like and empty canvass

                                               "Finish them, finish them all!" That is all that he kept telling me in my head

                                                                          But I didn't want to.

I tried to release my hardened grip on the gun, But my hand was a sharks jaw on some prey

                                         The gun bit me, and screamed, "It's time! Do away with them or I will"

But I didn't want to.

                                                                    Internally my mind was an inferno in the deepest pits of hell

                                    Fighting for my actions

I pointed the gun to my head... and cocked it back... but I suddenly blacked out.

                                                             I had awoken by the SWAT team rushing into the bank

Bulldozing me over, and cuffing me up.

                                                                      Elders, Mothers, Fathers, Teenagers, Children all scattered...

                                                             Dead

Only one of us left the bank that day, as I was sure my concious state would

                                                                                    rot in the darkest abyss for the rest of eternity

         The evil could live on inside me,

                                                                     until I got my medication at least