I sit in the living room day in and day out. I listen to the argues of two parents divided in there own world. They come together just for the kids. The father gets drunks beats his daughter beats his wife. Mother drinks in the tub slits her wrist rapes her sons. A family torn by a fucked up dream to be an all typical family. Father walks in with a bottle of whiskey and a rifle the night has turned red. This night will end in horror that no man can see. Shots ring out in the whole house. Blood fills the floor, I can touch i can feel the warmth of the blood. Hours go by with no yells no screaming no pain. A sour stench creeps in the living room smells like death. Feeling death close and near is the only true happiness i ever felt in my life. As the mourning rises flies invade my home swarm to the corpses. No one cared to check on the family as the father did not show up for work. A family no one cared about. A family people wished would just die. A guess a wish can come true even in the worst of time.