Sunny Stateside Suicide

I am heaven sent, don't you dare forget.

"I am all there ever was...Or perhaps, I'm all there ever will be. If there was anything to begin with anyway." Soulful blue eyes stared up at the darkness in confusion, trembling blonde locks whipped back and forth slightly as their owner shook his head in denial. "I don't... I don't understand...Matt. What...What happened to you?" A laugh, cracked crystal, sharp and beautiful, echoed through the barren room. "You did, My Love." The words, whispered in soft silencing tones, sugar-coated snake venom, brushed his cheek like the gentle kiss of an assassin. He had been tricked, he had gotten close to the fire, enticed by its warmth and now he was burning to death. There was no escape, because escape included hurting Matt. And a mortal could never hurt an angel, right? "Oh... I see. Indeed I see. You are still in love, aren't you? You are still clinging to that pitiful idea of emotion, like a drowning man to a sinking ship." The same cold, piercing laughter reverberated through his mind. "It's pathetic. YOU are pathetic." The man hidden in shadows spat venomously. "Love is for the weak of mind and infirm of action. So, I suppose, it fits you to a T."

I am all you ever wanted, what all the other boys all promised

"I...I thought..."
"You thought? Now that is a surprise! I didn't think you had the capacity." The laughter, cruel and mocking, cut him deep, like the hunting knife in the other man's hand. ""I thought you loved me..." A small sigh, impatient and tense, as an adult talking to a petulant child. "No, You loved Me. Not the other way around. Who could love you, after all? You're pathetic, worthless. Disgusting." A snarl curled the other's lips, barely restrained loathing soaking his words. "B-But... you...I..." A slight huff of air, a derisive snort. "Yes, you loved me... Of course you did. I was kind, gentle, understanding. I would tolerate you no matter what. I was everything you could hope for and more. That's how I was supposed to be, and you fell for it, like the hopeless fool you are."

Sorry I told, I just needed you to know.

"What..."
"Stop." It wasn't shouted, but had much the same effect. There was silence after that, neither of them moved, the one on the floor hardly dared breath. A warped sneer found its way onto his face as he stared down at his kneeling brother. Idly, he twirled the knife in his hand."Much better." He murmured softly, eyeing the American hungrily, wondering how his flesh would taste. "See how much better things would be if you stopped once in a while, My Love?" He strolled round the man on the floor, trailing the point of the knife around his captive's neck, causing the man to shudder slightly. "if you just stopped, every now and again, perhaps you would've noticed what I was doing earlier." He shook his head some, tutting at his brother's inattentiveness. "Such a shame, such a shame."

I think in decimals and dollars, I am the cause to all your problems.

"Goodbye, goodbye, America. Sunny Stateside poster-boy. Such a shame, such a shame." He hummed to himself as he carefully sliced through his brother's skin, removing it with gentle hands, ready to be tanned later. "Hmm, I think it shall make the highest quality leather. I ought to get quite a sum for it." A small giggle slipped through crimson tainted lips. Once the skin was removed, he carefully stripped the body of its flesh, setting it aside to be cooked later. The organs were taken next, to be ground into dog meat."You should be happy, Al, doing so much good, even in death." The young man told his brother's empty skull, hollow eye sockets even then looking scared and terribly terribly sad.
"Such a shame, such a shame. Goodbye, Goodbye, America. Sunny stateside suicide."