If You Must

The tears in my eyes, have yet dried. My soul aches, feeling it has partially died. Without you near, the world I fear; not sure I can carry on. But if you must go, I cannot keep you.

The sun has left my days, the moon hidden from my nights. How torn apart my life will be, if I’m made to set you free. And if you must leave, then leave.

No smiles will dawn on my face, no more. The laughter has left,  I can’t even a giggle. Sad is my heart, the beats no longer yours. Beaten like the sands; of a weathered shore. But if you must part, you must.

My life will never be the same, I didn’t treat this like a game. If it was, I definitely lost; that is certain. The points were never in my favor. But if you must walk away, you must.


In My Head

Thoughts of an evil man, who had done evil things to someone that trusted him. A friend’s daughter that thought he was okay. For years she kept her mouth shut. She didn’t think anyone would believe her. But when she gathered the strength to tell, her mother said it was too late. That she was over eighteen and nothing could be done.

It really sucked for her, living in a small town of less than three thousand people. The fact that her parents weren’t exactly the most educated. Probably had no idea of such crimes. That something like this didn’t happen in their small town. Her mother told her, that her dad threatened the man with the lose of his life. But only if he was to touched her again.

Sure. At the time it may have sounded good. But it didn’t take away the sick feeling she would get, when he still visited. She couldn’t understand. Why didn’t her dad go ahead and physically do harm to that man. Why weren’t there the ways of trapping such vile creatures, like there is today.

The thoughts of hurting him don’t come as often, but they are still there. She’d still like to torture him. She has given it a lot of thought to the idea. How she would trap him, where she’d trap him and what she would do to him for days. But she knows, if she were to act upon those images and realize them. She’d be no better than him. And she is better than him.

A Human’s Static

Sounds emanating from beyond the deep. Drowning out the morning melody of the unseen birds. They try hard to make the unwanted sound disappear. But it’s no use. The ramblings of the village idiot distracts my train of thoughts of songs and poetry. Do I yell at the idiot? It would probably make her ramble longer and louder.

It would be the majority of the village that would tie her to a stake. Not to burn as they would a witch. But to make a mockery of her chatter. Subject her to their ramblings, none stop for days. The stake is on the outside of town, away from us all. So only the idiot has to hear. I see no other way.

A friend she isn’t, to anyone. There isn’t a person safe from her words. In her eyes, we are the fools, we are the ignorant. She has no  faults of her own. By herself she will be. We can no longer handle her poisoned words. By herself perhaps she will poison herself to the point she looses her mind and becomes silent. We can only hope


Broken mind, broken thought. A mind lost with the chaos of its surroundings. Turmoil floods the brain and darkness settles in. Hate breeds hate and compassion is void. Our hearts harden with each passing moment. Only to become a useless stone.

People pass one another, not a smile is shared. No light in your eyes, they only return glares of disgust. Fangs of jealousy show when they open their mouths as they speak. Venom spews like poison to any on looker. Adding fuel to the fire, that burns our soul to ash.

Not able to beauty, the eyes are clouded by the darkness.. nothing shines, all is dull,  dingy; covered in an onyx hue. Spines sag with sadness and gloom. No reason to look up. The sun blocked by the clouds of despair. Not a ray is able to break through. Blanketed by oppression.

The blackness inside spreads and seeps to the outer. Everyone can see the nothingness that has become. The nothing that has covered all things, until there is, no good. No light. No love.

Another Side

My eyes burn red, from the pounding in my head.

Crimson drips from my fingers tips, I can taste it on my lips.

My jaw is tight, from clinching with all my might.

Pleased with the carnage I have caused, I obey no man’s law.

Seething with pleasure, no pain can be measured.

Bones are broken, flesh is torn.

A new psychopath has just been born.

Chunks I tear out, with my teeth,

On your best day, I can’t be beat.

Patients I have none, they all are gone.

Snapping off digits, just like a fern frons.

My heart beats fast, the sweat is pouring.

What I do, is far from boring.

Prison no way, I’m not going.

For my talents I won’t be showing.

To myself, I’ll keep it all.

This I’m sure will prevent my fall.