Category: Hate


“Triumphant Injustice”

Your eyes,
taunting me-
I wish to pluck them out,
devouring them.
as you have,
my soul.

Bronze skin,
I will peel away,
my spirit, devoured.

Bathe,
I will,
in dripping intestines-
you’ve bathed, in my tears.

Your breath,
I would steal,
You have my heart,
would it be wrong?

The wounds I bear,
no different-
truly,
than those.

Yet,
I
hear the gavel-
noose tightening,
engulfing me-
in darkness,
to the sound,
of your echoing,
laughter.

The dead

Cold as the coldest breath-
you to me.
eyes,
twin orbs,
coal.

Hair,
brittle
dry
dust.

Skin-
peeling,
falling.
Maggots feast-
within.
Always
there.

Empty space,
still
empty.

Yet,
I rejoice,
celebrate and toast.

To you,
the dead.
I care not,
for your
peaceful slumber.

I sleep well.

You,
dead to me.
No mourning-
no
more
tears.

Pulling
the
plug-
I smile.