Etch when he was a puppy~ hmm this is the text thats on the picture:
WHY wouldn’t he just shut up?, I tried to ignore him and I tried to ignore it; that repetitive pounding in my head, If he had just shut up maybe it would’ve stopped too but no, he kept on talking saying those awful things that make the pounding angry, it writhed and thrashed tearing up the inside of my head making everything so hot almost burning until red was all I could see. Oh well its gone now, it left when I silenced him. It felt good too, hearing the sickening crack of his neck, the senseless babbling from his mouth becoming gurgling gasps and rasping breaths. To watch him twist and wriggle on the floor like some poor rat trapped beneath the hungry talons of a bird. Then stop, stop so suddenly leaving to limbs drop into an aching stillness, a limp mouth twisted into a gapping cry of protest which would forever remain unheard and the blood; oh the blood! Spilling from his ragged neck, the tiny cuts and forever open mouth, flowing to the ground staining everything a beautiful crimson, its warm gentle lapping at the pads of my feet soothing them soothing the ache to slice and tear.
The teachers are now scared I can tell by the way they're looking at me, horror stricken, frozen. I’ll never forget it so still and fixed like the expression was carved onto their faces, no! Not carved, etched! Etched onto their faces, etched on by me, how fitting almost ironic...oh well at least if anything i live up to my name...Etch...