Clean Freak

Insanity poem. The monologue of a psychopathic serial killer, who is hell bent on keeping the room of their victims… clean. The character is not obvious. Use your imagination.

The chair faces the right wall.

I said… the chair. Faces. The right… wall.

It's all right.

I'll just… clean that up.

See that?

Of course not.

It happens all the time.

All. The time.

If you can see, you know.

But you don't know.

You don't see it.

I. See. It.

That's nothing.

I see that, all the time.

No.

Forget about it.

Ignore it.

Forget it happened.

I can just… clean… it up…

You know… what they say…

Cleanliness… it's close to…

Godliness

Need I say more?

I'm not… clear. On what happens.

Here.

Did you see it?

It could be real,

Or I could've made it up.

You will never know.

It's 's always okay.

I'll clean it up…

Like it never existed.

I'm like a…

Clean Freak.

Irks you doesn't it?

If I made it up.

Or if you really saw it.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing here…

Matters.

*laughs*

The wall… is on my side.

*laughs louder*

Get it?

MY side…

The walls.

Are sides.

My sides.

There all my sides.

*laughs*

It's funny!

Get it?

I made… a joke.

On any side is the wall.

I've cleaned them up.

I had to.

They made me.

I didn't mess it up.

I NEVER mess it up.

I have never messed up this room.

Never.

I couldn't… no.

Wouldn't… dare.

I have… to clean it.

Why would I…

Make it dirty?

I keep it clean for-

For… the clients…

The ones who make it…

Dirty.

It's their fault!

I NEVER DIRTY THIS ROOM.

But they do.

They always do.

They… manufacture time, weapons… they make it all… unclean.

I was doing them a favour.

You can't just kill us off.

A country can't just die…

Rome. Wasn't built in a day.

Who knows how long it took to destroy…

You spectacle,

You rat…

I try to make it easy.

I want to make it easy.

I'm trying.

Stop flailing, it gets the blood everywhere.

Stop that.

You're getting dirty.

The room, is filthy.

It's not my fault.

Stop it! Stop it Immediately! You're messing up the walls! My floors! They are on my side! I NEVER MADE THIS ROOM DIRTY. THEY DID. THEY ALWAYS DID. I LOVE THIS ROOM. THIS IS MY ROOM. EVERYONE RUINS WHAT I LOVE. YOU WERE WRONG. I HATE BLOOD. IT'S EVERYWHERE. IN DECOMPOSING FLESH, IN YOUR SICK DIRTY VEINS. I HATE THIS DIRT. I NEVER LIKED THE DEATH. IT WASN'T MY JOB! IT WASN'T! THEY WOULD HAVE MADE LESS OF A MESS IF THEY JUST DIED FASTER! I NEVER COMPLAINED. I WAS A GOOD. PERSON. I LOVE PEOPLE. COUNTRIES LOVE PEOPLE. WHAT COULD I DO WITHOUT THEM? THEY ARE MY STICKY RED BLOOD IN MY VEINS. I EXIST THROUGH LIFE AND DEATH. I WILL NEVER DIE, I WILL NEVER KILL. IT IS MY JOB. IT IS MY REASON. I KNOW EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING, THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. I KNOW THE WEAKNESS, I KNOW THE BLOOD AND I, I KNOW-

I know…

How to keep this room…

Clean.

End.

An: The message is not meant to be clear. I was just opinion-ating the masses. Reviews are heavily appreciated.

Thank you for reading.