You won't get away with it…
It took some time
To convince myself
That you don't exist.
The laughter,
The anger,
The sadness that secretly consumed you.
Everything that made you,
Doesn't exist.
The fear in your eyes,
The cuts on your body,
Hands clenched, gasping for air while
The drugs soared through your veins;
The hospital,
The funeral,
The burial…
All of that was real?
The smile that could span miles,
The glazed eyes that told so many stories,
The creative mind that once captivated the world
…doesn't exist.
And all that's left are the memories
That torture, consume and, on occasion,
Bring joy to my mind.
It's all surreal,
But I'm beginning to believe it's true.
You're forever in my memory;
But I've come to accept the fact
That you don't exist.
insects crawl through innards
strewn across a dirty concrete floor
eating away what remains of all his pretty girls
he loves to slice, to chop and break
to hear the screams from those he takes
he dances with their corpses
he dances with his steel
dancing under dismembered parts
hung from the ceiling with artistic zeal
walls dripping red with arterial spray
beautiful splatter painting, a morbid display
he sings to them of love and passion
beneath their skin hides his true desires
those sublimely supple organs, the sweet meat
kidneys, livers and hearts that still beat
fresh or roasted over open fires
drive him into ecstasy when they touch his lips
women are tasty, outside but especially in
softer and more palatable then tough men
butcher, killer
eater of the bodies strung up by their feet
throats slashed, hung to bleed
by the dozens they hang, he dances while he feeds
忘れない…
You won't get away with it
I cut with a blade,
You took it away,
You didn't know what you were getting into
I picked up a bottle,
Smashed it on the ground,
Carved with the shards of that instead.
When you found out,
You removed all the glass,
Gave me plastic instead.
So I tore at my skin,
With my fingernails,
Still drew blood,
Only harder now.
You didn't like this,
So you cut my nails right back.
I threw myself against the walls,
Punched them as hard as i could,
Breaking my fists and destroying the room.
You lined them with matressess,
To make them soft and useless.
So I tore out my hair,
Great chunks at a time.
You bought a straitjacket,
Made me wear it so I couldn't move.
You removed everything that i could use to hurt myself,
That's when,
I decided,
To stop eating.
You didn't like this idea of mine
So you forced a tube down my throat.
I tore it out but you put it back in.
I promised to eat
But i threw it up.
You watched me for hours
To stop that little trick
I drove my car off a cliff
In a final act of insanity.
You stopped everything i was using,
To control my pain,
But you never once asked,
If I was OK.
retaliation
You won't get away with it.
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