Talked to Death

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I could believe that are indeed a such a thing as evil twins. Mine you can't see. Like siamese persons, we are one, but one internally. They don't look like anything but this black void of nothingness
They do have this energy, this presence you can feel, even in their silence
Their voices have this certain heavy weight that plunges deep into your soul when they speak
You can fight as much as you want, but you aren't strong enough to say anything that's not bleak
They're trashtalking champions
Verbal abuse is their sole choice of violence
They're so generous, they bare gifts
Gifts of headaches, tears, anger/frustrating emotions, and so much more
Unfortunately, they don't accept refunds or returns
What you get is what you get, and only what you get
You can go and throw the biggest fit
But you'll never outspeak them
Every word is carefully planned
They know exactly what to say to ruin my day
My week, my month, my everything and all
No matter how loud I scream-inside and out-and kindly strangle my giant panda, it's futile
They've got me running so many miles, trying to escape their prisonous grasp
I can yelp and whine until my voice is rasp
No one can know of my torture
That will possibly benefit my future
And we can't have that, now can we?
Everything thought is outthought-doesn't matter what it's about
It's enough to cry and scream, and become full of doubt
Contradiction here and there, everywhere
Insults flying faster than the roadrunner
it makes me want to grab the gun and
but no- I can't. I won't-
Not yet, but soon you'll break
And I'll be there to witness the scene
Wait until some unexpecting loser comes and screams
Holding your face, slapping it, telling you to wake up, wake up, wake up, please wake up, wake up
You'll be there to watch their teary, full of fear faces
We'll do it quick, so there are not traces of our murder
Everyone will come out and herd
Every him and her
Within a million yards
Come to say their regards
You will be blank face
But I'll be smiling the biggest smirk that a metaphysical hallucinatory voice on nothingness could possible uphold
I'd be glad
My head won't be so cold
Slowing down with all the solid words that make my heart melt
Just one day, any day, to snap and BAM-it's over
Nothing else is felt
I'll finally leave
But I'll be okay with it
I'll no longer inhabit and entrap your mind
But I drove you to your breaking point
That was the point of my very existence-kill the both of us
Idc if I die, if you die, that's all that matters
Drove you crazier than that stupid Mad Hatter
Between living with your happy mind, and dying with your mad-driven, dead mind
I'd much rather choose the latter
I couldn't be gladder, with my host gone
I'm okay with being someone else's parasite
Looks like you're out of time
You have it quite a good try
Pathetic and weak, but good nonetheless
I stole all your happiness
And now, your being, your very breath
I hope I can still terrorize you in death
Goodbye, my friend
Tol you I'd stick with you to the end
Unlike everyone else who leaves you
That is something else I will never do
I'm so grateful for everything I put you through
Definitely worth the extinction
But nobody will ever know of me-the voice that made you do this horrific deed
Just a figment of imagination I'll be
In Hell, will I find thee
Can't share you in death, you see
Oh, how great is it was to be me
Inside of you
Doing all those horrific things to you
But now it is time to go
Time to sink down below and suffer all the more
You're welcome-that's exactly what I'm here for

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