If I were able to fast foward my thoughts and rewind time…

I would’ve never came across the word “regret”…

Wishing my tears would flood away every ounce of evidence until my concious became clear…

And yet…

I am captured in this crime scene by my own guilt…

And now my hands are stained from the stentch…

Of a serial killer…

The night grew cold…

As the Frosted flakes fell from the sky.

I just robbed some trix in the alley for their lucky charms…

I realized the Fruity Pebbles around their necks weren’t real…

So I gave everyone of them Kix until they stop breathing…

I noticed somebody seen me in the assualt as they ran off in fear…

My homeboy Apple Jacks cars so I called him up…

We road around for hours searching for the witness…

Blowing Cocoa Puffs of smoke from a chocolate cigar trying to calm my nerves…

We spotted the target walking along side a wall.

I started to pull out my special k and empty every round out the window until he resembled the shape of a Froot Loop…

But I didnt want to leave any evidence…

So I caved the pedal into the floor ramming  the car right into his body until I heard the Cap’n Crunch…

Hearing his body snap,

Crackle,

And pop…

Mushed like oatmeal…

There was no hope for his Life…

He probably wouldve had a better chance surviving if he ate his wheaties that morning…

And now I am called out by my conciense…

Unable to flee the scene…

Having a bowl filled with my own tears every morning for breakfast…

Because I am a Killer…

A Cereal Killer…

-Randum