Uncle Touch Me, Uncle Touch Me, Uncle Touch Me.

Framed by his niece who loved the touch of her Daddy. Mommy's little princess hid her mental issues well and needed more. She wanted her Uncle. But he tried to do the right thing and everything slapped him in the face. Welcome to the color of my world. Such is the sky.

So jumpy my mind. The quick flashing of lights, shadows dart across the padding. Blank images reflect my finger nails are long and dirty. One has a hang nail too, and my shoulder itches. Can't reach with my teeth. Memories like a TV show static out in white flashes and a little annoying jingle in my ears... Woo the ice cream truck. Princess wants uncle to touch her but he refuses. Bright light, very hot. Burnt, ice cream truck explodes. Kills three kids and the ice cream boy. Jingle - jingle. Nerves destroyed - feel no pain.

Framed by the princess like a Salem witch trail. With the bat of her eye lashes and a single tear, I'm guilty. She lead me to the truck wanting to me to watch her with the ice cream boy. I tried to stop her.

I had time to reflect. Time alone from her. Mental time in Arkham spent. Did I snap? She pulled strings in the system, Mommy's little princess always gets what she wants. She came to visit. Grayed my peaceful white room, I denied them. System forces me to visit saying it promotes rehabilitating social behavior.

So I sit, my face wrapped in bandages, my hands covered in bandages protecting the innocent eyes of other seeing my charred skin. And she pushes all the right buttons. I reach out, she screams through a smile. The guards take me down. Their batons raise and lower. I feel no pain. She drops that single tear again, they escort her out in caring sympathetic arms. I closed my eyes in solitary and imagine the stars.

I remember the flash behind my eye lids and for a brief second blissful pain. I so missed pain. I awake against the ceiling? There are voices in my head chanting words I don't understand. My bandages tighten harden and for a moment I couldn't move. My feet returned to the floor, I tried to cut my bandages but the razor does nothing. The razors remind me of painless nights. The voices in my head hurt again, arcanic symbols dance before my eyes and the walls of my cell crumble and the door falls to my feet.

Masked clowns race up and down the cell hall opening selective doors. Prison guards firing in all directions fearing the chaos. Bullets hit me but my bandages deflect them. I turn my gaze to a man wearing a bloodied prison guard uniform topped with the heinous of all smiles and a bleached white face. He calls to me.

"Hey Uncle." With a sneer. "Chaos cleanses the soul."

He spun two hand cannons in his hands and held them by the barrels presenting them to me grips first. I could feel the cold metal in my hands which also became a weakness I will not share. He pulled a small black box from his shirt pocket with a blinking red light and yanked a short antenna long. He turned his back to me and walked down the hallway waving the black box over his head with a hyenic cackle.

"Tick - Tock, Tick - Tock..."

I picked up a dirtied clown mask from the floor and using my newly found "gifts", the voices carried me to my dear sister's front door steps. I entered the house and found Mommy's little princess in bed with Daddy. Pain pierced my eyes seeing her face and I raised my hands as to block the image holding my guns over my eyes.

Daddy got scared and tried to run but the voices chanted in my head and he was frozen against the bed with the little princess sitting over him. I pounded two holes in his chest from each barrel and his lungs punched out through his back entangled in the wires of the box springs.

Princess smiled at me twirling her locks of hair against her perky breasts.

"Uncle, touch me?"

I reached out my hand to her and dropped the hammer. The bullet shattered her smile ripping through the back of her throat severing her spinal cord. An instant death, and painless... like me.