Pleaded

There's a mad man in the attic.

Visualising bloodshed in motion through the static.

He keeps murmuring, "oh I'm suffering from a terminal ailment."

Everyone enquiries what he fills back in the basement.

There's always an unpleasant smell of slaughtered sheep from the piled stack.

Embracing inside, he holds it back

I met him at the roadside

Pleaded for my death at one side

I have enough survived!

He looked at me saying, "but I kill people who are only alive."