Saturday, December 08, 2001

Drunken, I Suspect

I am
life's murderer,
come to revenge
life upon you.
You deserve
to die
By this hand (I know you not),
I know all of you,
There is a tic
above your eye.

I have come
to show you redemption--
My hands
are steeped in blood
(of salvation).
You have lost
your way.
I am here
to show you;
You're far away.

I am
your lover,
come to climax
my body
inside yours.
Mindless, You deserve...
better, I know
you will concede.

I have
brought
a game,
I wish to teach you
to play.
I love you
Not as a lover should,
But as a lover does.

You see
when you look away,
I show you
what you have lost
and what
might you gain
if only you can forget
that Tomorrow is
Yet another day.

Still. You are
a dog, dying in a ditch,
mangled by a car,
forgotten suffering
understanding,
At last
wimpering sweet bliss.

I take
all you posses
You are rich,
and so you will remain.
There will be a day,
when you
and I
will die,
and together,
We will have all--
The nothingness
we desire.

I am
broken (tomorrow, already)
you are
Alive
tonight, yet, tonight
You sleep.
You are not,
yourself
But I,
inside myself see
who are you not,
and who might I be?

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