Endgame...

By SolApathy

Dark recesses of insanity
squared
cubed
compacted and compressed
under duress
blank slate of hate
the music plays a rhythm of animosity
velocity of my stare
through your soul
tears a hole so deep
blood will seep
Veins burst and organs liquefy
still I won’t let you die
my sheer will keeping you alive
I strive for an ecstasy of pain
it rains
blood and gore
and still I will make you suffer
more
You doubted my convictions
determination
paroxysm of my hate
your fate tied to the life you stole
Her death
your everlasting suffering
in the dungeon I built just for you
months I dug
and now I’m through
waiting and watching
and now the darkness is calling
I am to take your flesh tonight
into my chamber of horror
watch as I smile
been waiting such a long while
you know why you are here
every breath you take I feel your fear
knowing you understand you drove me
far beyond anything a soul should ever endure
As you look to my casual smile and empty eyes
you shudder in incontrollable fear
knowing morality no longer has a hold on me
My only satisfaction is seeing you
bleed
suffer
never die
as you beg for mercy that will never come
I am
no one...

 

 


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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, July 1, 2017.     Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"
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  • FadedBlues On Monday, November 26, 2012, FadedBlues (2096)By person wrote:

    ...you got a psychopathic trip goin on here. well done for the genre'...

  • SolApathy On Sunday, December 2, 2012, SolApathy (652)By person wrote:

    The trip will never end...


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