He shot himself in the head but it didn’t give him the pain he wanted nor did it end the pain he was already feeling. He cut off a leg but it was no better. In the end he hit himself in the nuts. Amen.
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He shot himself in the head but it didn’t give him the pain he wanted nor did it end the pain he was already feeling. He cut off a leg but it was no better. In the end he hit himself in the nuts. Amen.
‘Come here, sit beside me,’
‘You know that won’t make a difference…’
*soothingly*‘I wanna take your pain away’
‘That’s such a corny line you know’
‘So?’
‘So that makes you lame.’
*coolly* ‘I don’t care, I’m sitting beside the prettiest girl in the world, nothing could be better.’
*cheekily* ‘You’re such a creep, you know that?’ (smiles)
‘Yep. And that’s why you like me’
‘I never said that’
‘Really?’
‘No, cos I don’t like you.’ (leans in and cuddles in his arm)
As she lies there, she does not bother that his hand moves about a little. She does not hear the soft clink of metal. But she feels every inch of it when he finally pushes it through her lower back. The pain is a numbing shock, it robs her of the ability to scream. Then again and again, the blade slices its way to her insides, leaving her crumpled and shaking and bleeding, while he gets up.
…wipes the switchblade…
She’s gasping and tries to scream, her face a white mask of pure horror, she doesn’t know where to look, which gaping hole to cover.
‘Bit**’
So she is left there, to convulse, gasp, scream, and squirm in her own blood. Then she dies, and she is no longer a bit**. She is cured.
I crept silent into night
Out under the glowing moon
Shadows casted by its light
Mice a-squeaking in their fright
Blade of mine oh shiny steel
In the dark, you brightly glint
Sheathed once more in house of skin
Careful, I must not be seen
Boiling, pumping of the blood
The life in me is moving fast
Yet funny when you think it, see,
For I am looking for somebody
To free his soul eventually,
Unbound it from its fleshly grip
Tainted limbs and filthy sins
Dirty mind and cruel eyes
Who had no pity for my wife
Slowly, quickly!, I do creep
Till the house is plainly seen
Fire burning warm inside
Burning bright in two places right:
Both the dwelling of the sinner
And the heart of would-be killer
Sneaking up to corner window
Lifting wood and stone to follow
Easy in for easy out,
Breathing hard I deeply swallow
Unsheathed once more, blade of sorrow
Metal acting as a vessel
For the exit of his blood
Fluids, guts, fats and muscle
The man is there but not aware
Even as I coldly stare
Just a foot now from his chair
…Dozing off? Well I don’t care
Creepy is the haze of death
Swarming now from everywhere…
Slit his throat and yank his hair!
Choked awake his eyes did flare
Burning bright with fear and pain
As red came gushing from within
Knife to flesh now, yet again!
Stab him hard and cut him deep
Stomach open stuff a-spilling
Arms are limp but heart still beating
Very slowly, very weak,
Oh how soon now ‘fore it ceased.
Standing, breathing, waiting long
Soon enough the pulse has stopped
Still I stood there rigid still
To be sure he’d had his fill
Minutes, hours, who would know
Time had never felt so slow
I was out one day when I got a ‘call’ from ‘Nature’.
I put it on ‘speaker mode’ by accident.
I guess the whole experience left me feeling… ’empty’ inside.
I am also pretty ‘annoying’, aren’t I?
How it is like: abstract and in progressions, but never straying too far from the subject matter. Occasionally tangents out but comes twisting back, closing the loop and conveying the message. Takes some thought to get to it though, and its not always comprehensible.
I don’t want to close my eyes
Even though mine eyes
Want the dvrkneth so bad
Because in the silence of my lids
Scream forth dazzling lights of shapes
And sounds I cannot recognize
But which cast a net deep into me
Strung of liquid fear, sewn with my own
Mental sewage
I am in the water (well, maybe)
My stillness separating me
From the many molecules of wet
Because beneath me
Between the make-believe bubbles
And budding whirlpools
There is an ending abyss (don’t they all?)
What worries me, though
Is the potential of tentacular contact
Or something remotely related,
Could be an encounter with different eyes
Not of the people sort, more aquatic maybe,
But too fishy to belong to the local marines
Marines. Hah.
I heard they’re still training,
Someone’s gotta create problems for them
Maybe they’ll come in helmets
With skins to prevent shearing
Though they mostly hang out in the grassy areas
With all the tree huggers and crawlers
And anything in between
Sheets of bark
Hark! Along comes a jumpity one
Lands on me and I’m gone
He was deaf but could hear everyone’s thoughts.
Though he was blind he saw everything.
But that morning he was late for school, cos he had a hard time getting the dried blood off his hands.
