Slashers, Freaks, Boogiemen, Witches and Ghouls, etc

My wife only wants me to spoon her when she's hammered
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and wanted some action
I said, "get away from me, FUCK OFF!"
She was upset but didn't make a real issue out of it
As I began falling asleep, on my side,
She kept inching her way towards me ,  
as if to have my arms wrapped around her
Then repeatedly kept saying spoon me, spoon me
I said, "NO!"
She turned her head towards me and spat in my face!
I didn't get mad
I casually got out of bed and went to wash her spit off
I heard her from the bedroom laughing, saying you deserved it, you deserved it
I went into the kitchen to grab something
Proceeded to get back into bed
As I laid again on my side,
She began inching towards me again
This time with more authority, pushy actually
She kept saying, "Spoon Me, Spoon Me, SPOON ME!"
Well instead of spooning her, I decided to knife her!
I knifed her right in the back about 7-10 times!
What a release!  
I decided to go with the carving knife I would use on holiday's, like bullshit Thanksgiving
The sheets and her body were a mess
I was a mess as well
Oh and yeah she was dead
I had to figure out what I was going to do with her body
In the morning I was starving
Before I decide what I'm going to do
I needed to eat
What a better way to get some nutrients and protein then to cook her meat
I sliced & diced
I skinned and deveined her leg
Cooked the leg on 450
Took a while
A sweet aroma was permeating throughout the house
Yum!!
The leg was a bit charred but whatever
1st time, you know
She loved being spooned
I wonder if she loved being forked?!

 
In the veil of night, where time dissolves,
Kali appears, to encompasse everything.
With eyes of fire and sensual dance
she governs time and the life cycle.

Her fire burns, destroys and renews.
In the dance of death, life proves itself.
Every step a collapsing universe,
every turn, a rebirth, an embrace.

Kali, ordeal of time and destiny,
with her sword cuts the divine veil.
Destroys the ego, illusion and fear.
Reveals the truth, the path of no secrets.

Her skull necklace, symbol of power,
shows that death is just a rebirth.
In the darkness, her light shines brightly,
transforms chaos into order, pain into presence.

Oh, Kali, dark mother, goddess of destruction.
In your embrace we find redemption.
Your fire purifies, your dance frees.
In the ethereal cycle your presence is certain.

May we dance with you, in no fear.
Embrace change, feel your warmth.
In the rhythm of time, on the wheel of life,
Kali eternal goddess our dear guide.

Years ago, darkness lit my oath
I was enticed
I was easy pickings

Where nightmares are collisions in the void
of dark versus light
the thunderous smite
of a demon in lecture
Where listening is chaos flaking from dirtied hands

Nothing leaks crimson like a battered sparrow
flying straight into a window
writhing in his skin
exposed
and
vulnerable

A demon crosses the matrix,
to withdraw the sparrow from authenticity
To cease to be visible in a tidy world

To inject war from within
from the tomb of wicked bellies
where vexation simmers and churns
coating each pore with an acrid confection

Not even a bone left to rebuild the sparrow

The darkness is uncomfortable
Like a forced hug from a stranger
Like a miscommunicated ideal

I broke form for your affection
I compiled poems in your tincture
Writ my world in sable and dusk
In the shadow of the demon’s will
I’m consumed
Bound by silken fractals

O’ how I’ve grown

I wanted out but you wouldn’t let me
I wanted clout but you chose to fence me
Mired in the tar of your saliva
sticky words that veil

It took years to unclench from your grasp
ground gears to wrench from your clasp
And as the demon falls into idle
lingering on the line
He would forsake an Angel if his wings were thinner