I want my gravestone to read “the music haunted him." it was the music that did me in. but I did nothing to stop it. I welcomed it just like I welcome my death. I can feel myself fading more and more. I grow weaker with every drop of blood, and I grow more tired with every word. I could bear livening after what I did to that poor boy...I wonder what his mother thinks...probably that im a monster. After all he was only 3; I couldn’t see his small body before it was too late. I found him crumpled under the wheel of my pick up. But I just left him lying there; dead and broken under the wheel of my truck...I left him there. I came to end it...I came to end the music once and for all...take me into the darkness where I belong...let the blood comfort me no more. Kill the music like it killed me.