I want
To hear what you think;
What your depraved mind has to offer
To know how low can you drown my purity
How can you shine as
A star of illness on the sky
And you covered my horizon with your vomit,
What did you eat lately?
Yogurt and pickles? A nauseous combination
Distasteful just like your thoughts.
Wipe that smirk off of your face,
I can still smell your breath
The stench of rotten promises
Deep from inside coffin, you call a body.
I burned all your clothes
Nevertheless, the odor still lingers here
In every cell of your body
Evaporating from every pore of your skin,
And you don’t even sweat normally
But you know this…
I want
For you to be gone,
To relieve me of your presence.
But damage can not be undone
And the error of misplaced trust hurts
With the truth that you took it
And shattered it into pieces.
And you spent those few last days
Worth remembering here.
You writhed beneath me in pain
Violated just like them,
And you begged me for mercy
And I pitied you,
Pitied because it wasn’t nearly enough.
I took pleasure in your ache,
You screamed and moaned and cried
Then you asked me for death…
Your agony reached my ears
I smiled at you,
Took your face into my hands gently,
Kissed your lips tenderly
And questioned:
“Is this what you wanted?
Is this the way you wanted to die?”
And then you did it.
You’ve died.
I stand here now looking at your empty wreck
Disappointment creeping onto my face;
It didn’t bring them back.
I want
To sleep alone in peace with my shadows.
I want to savor my dreams
And wake up to the sun,
Knowing that birds are still singing
But not for us,
Not for us…