The Rise And Fall Of Theodore. (Part 1.)

There you were on six-fifty-eight North Skyline drive, visiting the place where you once called home

With those innocent, helpless girls on your restless, manic mind.

At the age of twenty-five, a hopeless law-student drop out

Sitting in the blistering hot summer Tacoma heat in your battered beige Volkswagen windows down,

wind blowing on your ruddy face.

Wishing you had a flashy black Maserati

Thousands of beads of sweat trickle down your head like a waterfall

Frustrated and exhausted

Knowing the fate what's going to become of the pretty, carefree girls laughing, walking ahead on the street by your car, but they're completely unaware.

The reminisce of cheap beer and stale cigarettes on your breath

As you quickly glance at your velvet crowbar, that resides on your chair-less passenger side, so desperately wanting another hit

Jittering with panic inside, that familiar feeling surges with an adrenaline rush in your body, going from zero to eighty in 0.01 seconds

You start to get in a trance with self-destruction, panicking with chaotic anger beginning to emerge again, in waves like the ocean.

The entity begins to set in

Yet something abruptly stops you.

Holding a crumbled picture of dear Elizabeth and Molly, you keep your wallet in your right blue jean back pocket.

Yet you don't give in to your double life.No. Not this time.

Letting the devastating, destructive behavior from the entity consume your entire being.

As you begin to have sudden regret ignoring the powerful, impatient fidgety urge.

Ten girls have now suddenly evaporated into thin air, caused by your harmful wrong doings.

Police and newspaper sightings of a certain man named "Ted" have appeared out of the woodwork,

But you keep that identity hidden under lock and key in the back of your mind.

Newsflashes pop up at the five o'clock hour, but nothing seems to phase you into utter shock.

You just continue to concoct a culinary masterpiece like any other ordinary day.

Time flies by, of you now sitting in an unclean, rat-infested vomit filled jail cell in Colorado

The walls only seem to know the REAL you

The light fixture is almost sawed off entirely to your liking, for your excitingly filled escape set for tonight

Going through the small labyrinth of the ceiling of the jail

New, fresh, clean clothes on, and annoying coveralls off

You open the front door, as a blast of the bone-chilling cold goes right through your body

Fast snow falling on the ground and luckily a car with it’s doors unlocked

You now fade away into the blackness.

After you've completed the horrendous event in Lake City that you so desired to do on a whim

There's now no recollection of your recent event, even though you were there. The know the REAL story.

The wind whispers and gossip’s through the trees, only know the horrific acts to twelve year old Kim.

A year has rolled by

Trial after trial, day in and day out

Hoping and confident that you'll win, but each time, you've disappointingly lost.

Lights, camera, action…the camera is attracted to you instantly

Judge Cowart sits on his bench, tentatively listening

The buzz from the vodka and pills that your beloved rebound of a girlfriend Carole snuck in for you is finally beginning to wear off.

Irritation sets in

As you razzle-dazzle each individual with your stealthy charm and smirking, showing off for the camera

The time has finally come that the jury decides your ultimate, timely fate…

Death by electrocution.

On the one-year anniversary of Kim’s untimely death, caused by your impulse killing

You actually had the audacity to purpose to Carole at Kim’s trial and decide put a ring on it

Bad call.

Flash forward to two months on death row, with that heavy metal that you wear

Living in a concrete castle, in a desolate foreign land

Certainly not Buckingham Palace to your liking

Rowdy, loud, horny, unclean, unshaven men surround you

Something your not used to

Not the place you wish to be at the moment

Strong body odor and sweat with no air conditioning in a stagnant, minuscule cell might be Hell on earth

While just an old malfunctioning fan tries to keep you cool from Florida's oppressive heat

You continuously talk to walls and shadows, that listen when the detectives get fed up and bored

With your perpetual beating around the bush rhetoric

You wasted your life on behalf of your destructive behavior and wrong choices

A ticking time bomb, ticks faster and faster, when you only have a few months left till death day arrives

Rose has been officially gone and is now a long distant faded memory of your failed career of a deadbeat father and husband

It's now been a few years since you’ve last seen Rose and Carole as they vanished from your life

Vanished and stolen.

Like the girl's lives, you had vanished and stolen from happy families only to destroy when you willingly obeyed and fulfilled the entity's destructive wish

January first, New Years Day, Nineteen-Eighty-Nine.

Bad beginning to your new year.

Reporter after reporter wants that memorable last interview with you.

As you decline, after another

Everyone wants a piece of you

Days pass by as quick as lightning, when it’s the day before you leave this chaotic Earth

You set your sights on a famous religious fanatic minister from California

Catching him in your devious grasp, as you love to do

You decide to choose him to interview you

The day progresses as time flies by faster, as soon as it’s time for bed

Your tears become your lullaby, for your last night on Earth

January twenty-fourth, nineteen-eighty-nine.

Your expiration date has officially arrived

Rowdy, drunk onlookers are at your last hurrah

The warden swiftly comes to your death watch cell and wakes you up from the unrestful, anxiety-filled sleep you had gotten

Are you ready? He asks you

No longer now is a handsome forty-two-year-old, but a shaven bald gangly, ailing man, with the appearance of looking like a sixty-year-old who's unrecognizable to one's eye

"Deadman walking," the warden shouts out loud

The blue velvet curtain opens and you see

Emotionless expressive looks of people that you've once known in your past are staring directly at you, are now seated in small white chairs

As officers restrain you in the infamous wooden chair of the many in-humane men who've gone years before your time.

You finally get to sit on your throne

Two correction officers carefully adjust’s your electric crown for your kingdom of one, for his majesty.

Nerves and your heartbeat begin to quake internally like a rattlesnake

And in less than a flash, with two- thousand volts inside you, you'll be gone from this chaotic world for all eternity

At approximately seven-sixteen am, you're officially pronounced dead

Alone & Forgotten in a dark abyss.