Where My Darkness Lies

The first law of cartoon gravity is – gravity only works when you look down. (From O’Donnell’s Laws of Cartoon Motion”, published in Esquire, June 1980)

I know precisely how the coyote felt when he shot past the edge of the cliff and was now standing on thin air.

Knowing, it was just a matter of seconds before there would be puffs of dust and a yard sale at the bottom of the canyon, punctuated by a happy beep, beep from road runner.

Some villains just don’t get a brake. (Sorry for the pun, I could not resist.)

Looking in the mirror, I really do not look like a villain

Brown wavy hair, blue eyes, a warm smile, an aristocratic face that would fit in at the yacht club or perfectly in law school - an all American boy

There is no hint of a murderous demonic monster – no hint of misogynistic snarling rage or master manipulator

My dark navy onesie is scratchy to wear

My cuffs chaff my wrists

After nine years of appeals tomorrow is the day

I've lost my appetite

It is impossible to sleep on my last night on earth

They are having a tail gate party outside, hundreds have been up all-night milling around drinking beer, cheering, singing songs, lighting fireworks, shouting “ See Ted Fry, Watch Ted Die, Burn Bundy Burn, Burn, Burn, Ya Bastard”.

I will burn.

Two thousand volts of electricity will course through my body and parts of me will smoke

Forty-two people will view my death firsthand

It will be a release for them

I say I am sorry but it is just another lie

I am not normal, sorry is not something I can feel

But my charm is very real

If evil is an aberration I fit perfectly

They will later remove my brain to study it

Trying to find why I did the things I did

Thirty plus horrific murders, a violent rampage of rape and mutilation

But nothing looked different on the surface

No odd lumps or bumps

Below the surface – was where my darkness lies