Revisiting His Act Of Murder. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Revisiting His Act Of Murder.



Where are you on this dreary night?
I can hear the hisses and cackles of the dim firelight.
Barely alive.
Barely breathing.
A heart seething.
The pain of still being conscious.
The numbness of drugs that do not take.
Of this sickness there is no escape.
A course charted and sailed takes all sorts of shapes.
My friend, you are but feint.
A slight glow that I hope won't fade.
I drink in your honor tonight.
I swallow the spirits of a grizzly sight.
The blood gushes into me.
Becoming part of the violence.
Merging into the painting so horribly wrong.
With shades of all colors I am blind and do not want to see.
Silently snuffed out and erased.
I run my hand across her face, as the body is pulled away from me.
What was her name, why did you do this?
A shattering of ones mind.
Pins and needles from every single direction.
Heads spinning.
The moon is still looming, as if it asking why didn't stop him.
But how could I?
There was no hesitation in the act.
It as if he had done it a thousand time before.
What was he?
A monster, or the friend?
Commonalities blur.
Raining chaos down upon this world.

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