There’s something I’ve been trying to tell you a long time...
My dear PK,
My life is a mess since you show up. Need to know if by doing so, you’re just trying to get some of my attention or if you just want metaphorically ruin everything around you. Anyway, all the time and everywhere, you’re always there, but do not want to know anything of what I say. So, I ask you, what the hell are you doing? Because honestly, I don’t know… But I really want to understand what you want; I’ll be able to enlighten you.
Already, since I’m talking to you, I tell you that you have been very friendly and even generous. But I’m not very connected to this change, because I know that any time you’ll turn around and give me a stab in the back. I do not want these people in my life. No need…
Again I have to tell you that your brand image was left. The destruction of another piano in this world was noted and claimed. Nobody who cares about the music, nobody touch that instrument so beautiful, let such things happen. Plus, Piano Killer, you play the piano. You had to hope that nobody knew, but I know. Yes, part of my childhood was spent at your side, part of my support has been deposited in you and all my strength was left in your arms. For later I’ll be able to leave without looking back. Without looking at the remains of your filthy blood spilled over the shattered remnants of my piano. MY piano. Because not only never forgave the fact of having destroyed several pianos as never forgave the fact of having killed mine. Of you have taken out all the soul and all the hours I spent with him. From thou hast pulled out all the tears and all the laughs. For thou hast clean the memory of what I spent sitting in front of him. I never forgave you for making me forget how it was to play him. How was pressing all the keys waiting to issue sound. I never forgave. But even worse, never forgave me. Because I was who took you to meet what, at the time, was the visualization of your first piano. The only one that you do not wish to destroy. I can’t forgive me for leaving you play, for I let you learn. Why? For later you turn your body and soul against the life you left behind. Against me, against your dream.
Try going back, trying to stop. Attempts to stop cutting your wrists and pour you own blood over all the pianos you destroy. Simply saying to the world that you know you regret playing. You do not want to know that piece of your life. Give up proclaim to the world that you’re dirty for knowing how to play such instrument. And what thou wilt, thy blood dripping all over your grievances.
Back to us, I don’t know how could you? How could you do this to me? TO ME! Why me? I never did anything that bored you, except the fact that I was the one who teach you how to play the piano. Did I embark you on this path? It was I who took you to hurt me, me, the person who support you most in this world and never judge you. I never wanted to know about all the things, people said about you. Always wanted to pay attention to the person I used to know. But now … the person I knew is gone. It became a killer of the most important possession in my life. It became the ghost of my cardboard box, where I keep the remnants of my old Piano.
That person was the one that I loved most; it became the one that I hate the most. Because it changed, regardless of what I said.
So I guess this is goodbye. I hope you find yourself in the next life. And I hope to teach you again what I taught. This time, without the big mistake I made. Let you move on with what they thought was necessary for your life. The frustration came on you. It turned you into a monster. The one who I never want to see again, or even hear about.
Goodbye Piano Killer, until never and ever …
This was what I meant; I have tried to explain to you in letter form, here's the whole story of our lives. And it is in letters that you will receive all the things I need to tell you. I'm here, but do not expect letters back. Do not want. I just want you to read mine, because it's important for me to show you as you transform. It is important to make you see that it's not you. This is someone else that has taken hold of your body. If you can kill pianos, later, you'll be able to kill everything. Animals, people ... So, not only for me going to be a murderer, how can you be so for everyone. For who is able to kill is capable of anything.
