...Conscious of a killer

By SolApathy

Introspection of a tainted mind
Lying in wait for the drugs that will bind
Into the crevices of self-damnation
Immolation for the crimes of my dark thoughts
Through the glass, I can hear your thoughts
Killer; darkness; death; disease
Kill him quickly
Please
Burn his veins with the cocktail of hells’ flames
Can I whisper through the glass, too?
On my lips the sweetness of those I’ve cast
From life- into memories that will forever, last
Into the never of wounds my death can’t even heal
For you the depth of my depravity is real
Looking into your eyes, I taste the sweetness of your sorrow
 I can’t disguise what I am
I won’t succumb to the will of this mortal gun
Even in death, my nightmare will stop your breath
I am what is
…Left...

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, March 5, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

What was taken from us shall always remain a bitter reminder that no matter the punishment, we will never stop feeling the loss.
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  • A former member wrote: This is definitely breathtakingly dark, and one that makes you think. The way you close this write, it's as if you're saying "they didn't love me in life, so let them fear me in death", and this is just my opinion, but it sounds very Tyrion Lannister in a way. This is a definite 10, my love! Queen Reb:).

  • dwells On Sunday, March 5, 2017, dwells (4284)By person wrote:

    One of your best Sol, and a chilling admission of retribution perhaps in the aftermath. We all operate on many levels: human, animal, and spiritual - the battle on-going. Cheers my friend! - Dan


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