The Hyborian Tome [Hyborian War Repository]

J.D.

Oh so long, oh so long
I've been searching for a way.
I've been looking for, oh so long.
I've been trying to find some peace for my mind,
But there is nothing I can do.

Oh so long, oh so long
I've been feasting on innocent prey.
I've been defiled for, oh so long.
The blood has stained & I can’t explain
Why there is nothing I can do.

There’s nothing I can do
When this feeling comes over me.
As if I have no will,
There's something controlling me.
If I could end it all I would.
I would stop the madness if I could,
But the hunger is still there,
Needing to be fulfilled.

Oh so long, oh so long
I've been living my life this way.
Its gone on now, for oh so long.
I've had no control and I've destroyed my soul,
And there is nothing I can do.

Have you been spying on me?

A close friend of my son's , may have read this one somewhere else. For yesterday my son found out that she has intentionally overdosed, and with no one around she became successful in her attempt to end her life.

I hate to watch my son struggle with his emotions, but have no easy answers for him. It is such a shame that one so young can become so despondent, yet it happens all too often. She has tried this before, which makes me wonder where her support had gone.

I don't have a fear of dying, yet when I think of my own passing I come close to tears for those I will leave behind. It is the remaining ones who suffer the most, and I'm not so sure someone who decides to take their own life ever realize, how much they will be missed.

I feel helpless to aid my son, and it shakes me to the core to think what he must be feeling. I have told him to use his pain to find a way to better his life, and by doing so to find happiness. To honor her memory by becoming someone that she could have been proud to know. I hugged him and told him I love him.

The look of distance was in his eyes, and my words felt like a hollow echo of wasted breath. I knew of nothing else to say, and feel that besides being here to listen there is nothing I can do.

I am not accustomed to being helpless.

It amazes me how poems, lyrics, etc can be interpreted in different ways by different people.. I could see this particular piece doing that.

I wrote this from what I felt could be the perspective of a very infamous serial killer. I was not able to believe that there was no humanity within the person.

JD stands for Jeffrey Dahmer.

JD has started eating people. Oh, great.

Started putting some music together for this last night.

May need some changes to the lyrics to accomodate the timing of the music.