" Shooting Star " pt. I feat. Devilish

By Sean Mc Shane

Screen is black . . .   Fade into . . .

EXT.  TWO-STORY OFFICE BUILDING.  DAY.

The Rise Above Mental Health Services Center, in Pleasant Valley Somewhere
A beautiful Spring day is darkened by the shadow of an American Nightmare
The scene is reminiscent of Virginia Tech, with eerie similarities to Columbine
Another senseless massacre . . .  another psycho-Shooter crosses the line . . . 

                                                                                                                     CUT TO :

INT.  OFFICE SUITE 207.  SECOND FLOOR.  DAY.

The Shooter sits at the desk of a former five-star shrink
Bloody hands reload his 9mm, while his blood drips like black ink
A small tv in the corner shows the horrorific scenes outside
He watches what he has caused, grinning with great dark pride
His gaze shifts from the tv to the corner on his far right
where Three people cower in fear, trembling in a wicked fright
He cocks his weapon and aims it at the Three on the floor
He taps his finger against his lips, They heed his warning for sure
They bury Their faces into each other, trying to stifle any sound
The Shooter lowers the gun, in his trenchcoat he feels around
Outcomes a mini-cassette recorder, he sets on the desk top
He looks at His blood-soaked hand, knowing the bleeding won't stop
He flicks his hand and takes the recorder, and again with that grin
He holds the recorder up, clear his throat and then He begins . . .

" Ahhh man, well the Big Day is here, always knew it would come
  Phantasizing about it gets old, you know where I'm comin' from
  It was the best way to make my statement, everybody's gonna listen
  All those lost years I hesistated, I never knew what I was missin'

  Do I feel bad about it ? Well, I no longer feel . . .  dead
  I actually feel . . . alive, how ironic, with all this bloodshed
  Even my own blood spills today, that cop got off a lucky shot
  so did I, he chose his profession, He deserved what he got

  They ALL got what they deserved, and should thank me for it
  comin' here with their broken mind, hoping for help to restore it
  I was fooled by all that too, talk-talk-talk and take your medication
  no more prolonging my misery, time to meet my final destination

  Runnin' and gunnin' for revenge, giving it all back to society
  Rich Poor Black White whatever, I went for a non-biased variety
  the looks on all those faces, realizing it's this Pariah's finest hour
  more like 15 minutes, to show the world who really has the power

  And all of this could've been avoided, they shouldn't've doubted me
  State cut-backs on whatever funding, all hope is leavin' without me
  That place was my home, I was in and out for years
  alone with no meds, in comes the rage and all of it's fears

  I warned them not to do that, be best if you keep me locked inside
  I was given a 'sorry' and 'good luck', I knew then, they're all gonna die
  Not that I loved that hospital, but I did fall in love when I was there
  with a crazy lil Babydoll from Hell, the only one I believe really cared

  I wonder if She's in the rec room ?  Watchin' this shit on that crap tv ?
  wonder what She's thinkin' ?  Wonder what She'd say to me ? . . . " 

                  ". . .  Oh baby . . .  I'm so proud of you ! . . . 
                          They ain't seen nothin' yet . . . I'll get ya that lawyer . . .
                          the criminal vet . . . then maybe you'll be here with me . . .
                          we'll make history . . .  with our confessions of pleasure . . .
                          and what brought us together . . .  oh hunny . . .  
                          I'll see ya soon . . .  every night under the same moon . . .
                          I'll howl and maybe growl a lil . . . have sweet dreams of us 
                          in the middle . . . of life's greatest reward . . . the mental ward . . . "

" She's so fuckin' cool man . . . shit, sucks I'll never see her again
   not in this bullshit world, maybe in some darker heaven
   my little demon-angel, all dressed in wicked black leather 
   I hope She kills herself soon . . . so we can really be free together

  Although most will say I'm goin' to hell, when I lose my last breath
  but that's the moment I leave hell, signed out by the Angel of death
  and this here is far from over, I still have plenty of vengeance to give
  keep on handin' out as much death as I can, while I still live . . . "

                                          ( to be continued )
















































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Copyright 2012 Sean Mc Shane
Published on Saturday, March 31, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Fascinated by them, but I do NOT condone
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  • dwells On Sunday, April 1, 2012, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Interesting escapist fantasy and glad you are not my mailman! Cheers SMS.

  • Sean Mc Shane On Sunday, April 1, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    Thanks, d. And no, not the mailman. I'm going with UPS Deliv. You can hold more in their trucks than a goofy little jeep. j/k. Thanks again, later -

  • haunted On Saturday, March 31, 2012, haunted (851)By person wrote:

    very nice writting and an excellent collab. i was at that place of being told sorry and good luck and it fucking pissed me off, minus the guns. its a feeling of hopelesness. and you captured the essence of that very well. excellent mcshane and devil!! i cant wait to read your ending and how this ends.

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    Thanks, h. It does suck when shrinks can play with your life thru medication(s) and what they deem is best for you. Then, in a blink of an eye . . . you're on your own. I've read a lot about Spree shooters and a good percentage have been chewed up and spit out by mental health services. And thanks for the awesome compliments, for both Dev and I. She is awesome. Thanks again, h. later -

  • Corinthian On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Corinthian (309)By person wrote:

    This is an excellent work and I would really like to read more ...very interesting and well written I'm at work and I found this to be extremely satisfying to read thankyou.

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    Thanks, D, for the high compliments. Much apprechiated. And there is a pt II coming soon. Til next time -

  • A former member wrote: Yes!!! Just... Yes!!!

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    Thanks, RK. I'm glad you like it. And thanks for the B-Mark. Always cool. later -

  • Devilish On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Devilish (2662)By person wrote:

    Sweeeeet sean.. More of a movie than most plots i've seen.. thank you sir.... Scholar

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    I should thank you Dev. This piece may be a gold ring, but you're the diamond in it. Thanks for making this shine. Til next time -

  • Magdalena On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Magdalena (616)By person wrote:

    How the mind can snap when stretched in an unwilling direction and loaded with mind altering substances, prescribed drugs are given too easily which begs to question why, who knows what they are truly taking, is it another form of control by the powers that be.... I question many things....... Sorry Sean, just thinking allowed :)...... Excellent portrayal of the mind of this person and excellent write.

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    Thanks M and I so agree. I could go on and on about shrinks, meds, groups and all that bs. Best thing I can say is the mental health empire is a snake eating itself while trying to fornicate with a dead rat. Make sense ? Neither do They. Anyway, thanks again for such high comps, M. Always a highlight. Til then -

  • A former member wrote: More why do you make parts

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, March 31, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (615)By person wrote:

    More is coming. And because sometimes I'm a wind-bag. (limited space) Thanks for commenting FTL. later -


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