And there you go,
down that dark road,
free from all hope,
in the darkness, hold
on I’ll be there,
to erase the light,
and keep you down here
where you feel at peace.

I want to give you up,
but you’re an addiction
I want to watch you suffer before my eyes -
everything you’ve inflicted!
I want to tell you all the lies you spit my way
that’s right, I was fully aware of all your pathetic mistakes!

I want to burn you for years to come
maybe I’ll have a little sympathy while I watch and not turn -
my head burns thinking of all that you’ve caused
I’m not a test I’m a human being uncursed.
Let’s reverse and not speak
because everything you exhaled is all deceit!

I cursed the artist for doing wrong,
for creating a vile creature such as you with his brush.
He could have used that brush of gold,
to create something worthy of my soul
instead he failed, and it all faded to cold.

I see it in you
everything they think is true -
come with me and we’ll go
before they see what I see.

If they figure you out, you’re done
they’ll take you away, experiment, and
I’ll lose the one,
and alone I’ll become.

Your eyes say it all,
shone upon this wall
the universal key,
to life and all.

Zekstrus, don’t go,
I’ve grown to love hardware!
What will my life be like without you?
No, don’t show me.

I’m so proud of you
you decoded me
my encryption is a hacker’s dream,
but you’ve seen right through me
and now feelings, feelings get in my way
some I can’t hide and lose to the tide.

I let the sun shade me,
and hide behind the problems I should face
without showing feeling,
so I must change
and today, change came.

Suck the oxygen out of my lungs
a morbid suffocation
taste the air that I breathe,
and inhale what‘s left.

Lightning strikes above my head
touches me with a hint of electrocution,
and bends my bones to the current of burnt flesh.
I have tasted charred things, but nothing as good as this.

Attempting to break bounds,
twisted around
this noose,
pulling me down
neck bleeding,
time running out
I’ve expired,
so watch as I drop to the ground.

As I lay here, I think of what is owed to me
everything from those who’ve harmed me -
but let’s face, I won’t get it back, it’s history
repeat, repeat, repeating itself, I see.

A claim, not filed, with The Department of Howington
oh, I feel so sad for those who’ve wronged me, departing
but owed to me is what they gave; I’ve finally got something
as I pick it from their miserable grave.

A handful of flesh is all I need, because it’s a reminder
of what was owed to me -
it’s a lovely gift, I finally got paid
so now I must loan more fools what they ask for, in chains.

It was a night like no horrifying other, when I left a poem next to my lover. What went through my head were the fragments of my demented mind, burning off the steam of the pain I endured, and the lacerations against my heart caused me to want to scorch the mattress where the head of the deceiver rests! The night grew colder, as I sprinkled my tears along the edges of the bed; but no response, yet again. I am an invisible reincarnation. I stitch letter by letter, and I do it in red, so maybe now I won’t be invisible as I recline in this tormented bed. My bloodshed means nothing as I dot the I in my last name with the vital fluid spilling out of my veins.

The lightning lit room struck fear, but with each strike it all came clear; and it was only me and the abused bed in the room…but did you notice the red where you lay your head? It’s not easy to miss that white pillowcase, covered in the spillage of your severed veins. Lay there and stare out the window, do what you do, because I’m still invisible. I’ll recline and read a gruesome tale, now that the clouds have parted and the moon lights the pages of this horrifying anthology. “The bed is quite still, did you take your last breath?” I asked the corpse lying here next to me on this stained mattress; but again, no response.

As I turn the pages of this book of tales, a frightful one reveals itself! It shows the corpse lying so neatly in bed, placed in an elegant position to look like it’s not deceased! I look over and still see the blood, dripping on the floor, in red puddles of fun! Oh, I’m still ignored, but of course I saw it coming; I gave this relationship my all, and now I’m rummaging. Through this chest I will find my equipment, to deal with this in a manner I feel is adequate. This is the last infliction on my torn heart: a beating curse I’ve come to know! Dragging me down a path of misery and humiliation…maybe. I left the misery and humiliation at the cellar door; where once I will feel at peace knowing you’ll never ignore me once more. Rest in hate and isolation, in my storage locker; wrapped in a lovely red and white carnation!

I sprinkled my tears along the edges of your bed
but did you even notice the red stain they left?
Sewed my name on the side of the mattress,
and dotted the i with blood
but did you notice the red where you lay your head?
My name will forever haunt you.