------------A Lunatics Lament by Matthew C. Slaughter
"It was with this redundancy that I had another one of my psychedelic snaps that declared all matters of Physics and natural order to cease their existence. I was about to kill again."
If you are reading this, than it is likely safe to assume that I am now dead and the doctors have found my diary; thus confirming my insanity and my cozy spot in Hell. My name is William P. Davis. Although I am more commonly referred to as Willy. I live here in Oak Valley Asylum where I've been confined for the past seven years for several accounts of psychological murder - The likes of which could absolutely devastate your soul and induce an individual to renounce every ounce faith at the mere sight of the rotten, disemboweled body of a newborn child.
I have kept this diary to write about the events of my life that have led me to this hellish place and the many disturbing thoughts that run through my mind on a d