Virtue or Vice

Ever sit alone in the dark at night and wonder, what the hell am I doing with my life? So do I.

My life escalated out of control at a young age because of bad decision making, drinking, and one too many parties.

I looked back at those times fondly, wishing times were easy as back then.

However, I get no such luck ever again.

On my left is a knife, and to my right is a revolver.

Tonight I am going to throw one last party.

In the end, nobody wins if you look at it logically, but take it from my view.

For years, I have been driven by others to make choices made by someone other than myself.

Choices that were toxic for me, and not for them.

Years of my life stolen away for others’ happiness, never caring for mine.

All my joy, ripped from my chest the day I lost you.

Yes. You.

You know who this is for when I say this.

Do I blame you-you may ask?

Yes, I do.

You are the reason I grew empty, and sorrow filled brimming with a burning passion for what I did.

You... made me into this.

Now that my rant about you is over, it’s time to play.

I pick up my cup and throw back my poison into the back of my throat and let out a ragged cough.

The cough lingers, and I feel something trickling down my chin.

I wipe away a small smear of blood.

I slide it back and forth between my fingers and feel a smile creep across my face.

Why was I smiling? I was happy!

Happy? Madness for sure, one will say and drop the matter.

However, again pass up your stupid logic and see things through a different eye view.

Just because a chicken and an eagle are both birds, do they see the same? No.

I had watched the world through the eyes of a tiny chick, and when I finally saw through the eagle’s eyes, my world changed.

However, one would not understand this unless it had occurred to them.

Another cough sends me into a fit and shakes my table.

My drink splashes around and spills over the brim.

I watch as it slides down in its dark, sludgy texture.

What had I made this with, you ask?

It does not matter; you will know cause that’s you; use logic, or will you?

The clock chimed on the wall, and I let out a laugh and cried out.

“IT HAS BEGUN! LET THE GAME BEGIN”

I kicked back from my desk and danced a bit and then sat down again as a cough came.

More blood came up with it, and more this time.

I leaned over the side of the desk and spat it out into my waste can.

I flipped the switch, and two muffled voices cried out.

Fear filled the air as the sweet mountaintop rose.

I turned to the screen up above the room and smiled into the camera.

“Come on now; put your logic to good use!”

Picking up the knife and revolver and giving the camera one last smile, I danced off-screen.

Three days later, investigators found this tape with the two captives.

One got shot in the stomach; the other had a knife stuck in the lower thigh.

Both had been slow deaths.

They were forced to play the game blindfolded and gagged.

The killer was still out there, and they were looking for those with open minds and keen eyes.

However, most of all they were looking for two main vital things.

Virtue and Vice.

Logic failed me in their actions, and because of that misunderstanding is why we kept having bodies piling up.