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DEATHBED CONFESSIONS OF THE CRIMINALLY INSANE
What fucker is proud of burning bodies?
If I could give you one piece of advice to remember for the rest of your life, it would be this… Never eat the food provided by a funeral home. Ever.
The shift is over at six in the morning. Do I think Chef will last that long? Guess that all depends on me.
“They don’t call you the Death Angel for nothing.”
I'm not sure how I feel about Chef dying on me tonight. There’s not many like him in my ward. The deathward. Chef’s been here for a few months. He likes to chat. More often than not, I find myself leaning against the wall talking with a convicted cannibal. You read that right. The man would probably consume me if he could and lick his lips afterward.
As they lay there in their beds, drool pooling at the corners of their lips, their eyes resigned for what’s about to come, I offer them a deal. Nine times out of ten, they accept. I’ve been turned down a few times, I’ll admit. But it’s not often. What’s the deal? I offer them a final chance to confess. Not any old confession either. Not the kind you read in papers or hear during their trial. These are the confessions of their soul. This is the story they’ve been waiting to tell, the one they’ve held onto until the bitter end.
We all have our reasons why we force ourselves to walk through the gates of whatever hell we think we deserve.
Just like you’ve got your reasons for living the life you do - even if it's without passion, without purpose. We’ve all got our ghosts. Our own crosses to bear.
Don’t tell anyone I'm wrong - I don’t need word to spread.
Death isn't the end. It’s only the beginning. A new beginning for both the soul that passed on and for those left behind.
Death can stop you from living, but it shouldn't. Death should be the catalyst for you to yearn more from life.
An alcoholic never starts with the intention of being addicted. They took one sip. Go through one crisis. Realize things didn’t hurt as much when they drank. All it takes is one step. One step to destroy the perfect life or to create it.
It's amazing what someone can get away with when all they do is smile, look you straight in the eye, and make you believe every single lie they tell. Not everyone can do that.
An employee. We are who we need to be to fit or fulfill a role others have placed upon us.
all the things we could have done mean nothing because what we do is what we will always do if given the chance to redo our mistakes.
What most people don't understand, though, is that being personable isn't being personal.
That's all people really want anyway, to be seen, to know they're worthy and it doesn’t matter if they are children or adults.
