Tuesday, October 12, 2004
A murderer's letter
hit me.
it rings in my head
like the clock doing its rounds
like the way i garnish my victims
a sign, a symbol or the scar
im lost. No i carve one that resembles
my heart.
Your screams scare me.
Pain for you is so temporary. so short.
yet you can awaken the ghosts and chasers
as i had failed many times before.
Dont you understand.
I am the one that is truely enlightened.
I surpass my mentor.
He always stumbled at completion.
The night was never over with him
Yet he always managed to sneak behind the light
when i did not see any
Funny. i was the angel.
could only wait for another session
when i allowed torment
to wake and force me into sleep once more.
finally i gave up waiting
when i saw my reflection laughing
upon the gleam of the blade.
and thrust it into him. laughing.
Now i ask and ask once more
Are you happy.
No you are then negligent
Time for lessons from me.
-me-
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