To Jon

Dear Jon,

Man I'm psyched that I can finally get ahold of you
It'd be nice if you could write back, too
I've been trying to get in touch
You don't know how much
The music you make means to me
I know others say this shit, but it makes me free
I'm like a guy who needs the daily drugs; I'm hooked
I know you guys are constantly booked
But Jon, it's amazing I have a fucking chance
This makes me wanna leap and jump and dance
About 8 years ago I wanted to end everything I was about
The pain I went through was enough to make me scream and shout
I was at the point where enough was enough for my life
I thought all the fucking choices were right
So I decided that I would end it all
No longer would I have to bawl
I sat in my room and I had the knife in hand
The blade was now crimson when I heard your band
You guys made me think about what I did
And to think, at myself I was turning livid
I just wanted to thank you guys
Cause if you weren't here I would've died
I'm runnin outta room so I have to say goodbye

--King Nothing




Dear Jon,


Hey man it's been awhile now
I've been writin but I don't know how
These letters aren't reaching you
It's odd cause there's no reply and I've already sent two
Well anyways the song that saved me was "alone I break"
And the first song I loved was called "Freak"
I would love the chance to meet you back stage
So I could tell you how you got me outta a cage
It was a hell for me back then
You don't know the pain is coming again
Itching in the back of my mind
It feels like someone is tormenting me behind
My back is going up in a flame
Although I know it won't be the same
It's like I have to hurt to set myself free
I want it to stop, I just want to be
Normal, but then again that's the setting on a washing machine
I could be no where close, as it may seem
All I want is a god damn response, man
Why can't you reply to your fan?
Come on man, don't leave me in a big pile of shit
Oh well, I feel like this is it
Hopefully I'll write again soon
Gotta go, it's way past noon,

Sincerely yours, the biggest fan you'd ever lose




Okay Jon

This is it
This is the last god damn thing I'll ever send your ass
Here it is, my enemy from the past
This knife is starting to whisper to my mind
To put it on my wrist and let go, I know it won't be kind
The blood is pourin now as I let it fly
I just want you to know that because of you I'm gonna die
My girl is in the other room
The blood now is starting to bloom
I even spent money this time
And now I'm running outta tape to rhyme
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
I hope your happy you --

(scream)

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!




"earlier this morning a woman from Seattle, WA walked into her bedroom to find her fiancee's arm and lower area covered in blood. He was found with a bloodied knife and a tape recorder. No leads as to who the man who was talking to--"