Silence

Haunted

So cold,

Close my eyes for just a second,

They come looking for me.

Search me out,

Parade before my minds eye,

Disembodied, dead.

Lifeless apparitions,

Haunting my dreams,

Asleep or awake,

It does not matter anymore.

They come for me,

Remind me,

Of what I did.

What I did...

Mmmmhhhhh...

Yes...

All those dead bodies,

I carved up,

While they lived,

Slaughtered all,

Delightfully.

They come to remind me,

While I sit here and rot,

In my prison cell.

Grab them,

Hold them close,

I will not let them go.

The guards worry,

When I remember...

They say my smile,

Reminds them of a Demon.

How I laugh at their discomfort...

It feeds me!

As for the dead haunting me...

They are trapped,

Trapped by their own eagerness,

To try and make me feel guilty.

If they knew what I felt,

They would have left me alone.

I feel no remorse!

Who would believe...

Could believe,

I rot in jail,

Not for what I have done,

But a bloody traffic violation.

So here I sit,

Unable to do what I love.

Feel the cold clinical steel,

As I whet it before their very eyes,

Watch them strain at their bonds,

Yearning to be free.

Taste their tears,

As it runs down their faces,

As I begin to carve my art...

Their flesh, skin, my canvas!

See the beads of blood,

As they seep to the surface,

Start to flow stronger,

With the lengthening of the cut.

Hear their strangled screams,

Through their muffled mouths,

As their bodies spasm in pain.

I control them!

I am the marionette master!

They dance to my ministrations!

Delectable...

Two more months,

Free again,

If they knew they had me,

They would never let me go.

Soon,

I will be free again,

To do as I love.

I think I will do twins,

Just to make up for lost time,

Cut the one and then the other,

Feed off them as they suffer,

Stare at their haunted eyes,

Add them to my collage,

So they too can come haunt me!

Hmmmm...

Soon...