[ CC ] The Myers Boy

 
Kill her,  
a voice inside  
says, Kill her.  
  
Wether it is mine  
or that I truly am  
a killer remains to be seen  
through these dimestore spectacles  
but we will see soon enough  
   
I pull the clown mask's string  
over head, securing its cheap  
plastic against equally dead skin  
facade I've worn daily for years  
knowing only with great certainty  
lifelessness begins at birth  
   
A blank space between song lyrics  
calls to me from beyond the cesarian  
tomb I was ripped from, abducted    
for use in twisted puppet showmanship  
----this on-staged, inhumane theatre of  
pain  
   
This is doing Judith a favor;  
she will become unborn    
---won't suffer another minutiae    
of this insane plane of existence  
   
Mom and Dad think I'm just  
a stupid kid with stupid toys  
but ... I'm smarter than I act.  
   
I know the Ritual of Samhain;  
I learned it from the Sandman  
entering nights in my dreams  
and it goes a little something  
like this, Sis:  
   
The knife goes in  
The knife goes out    
The knife goes in  
You thrash, hit the floor  
We do the Hokey Pokey    
You shriek, spasming some more  
Death's our only way to get out  
   
It's okay to shit and piss yourself,  
Judith --- the show will go on here  
without you  
   
There's always someone else  
ready to clean up the messes    
we make of their so-called lives  
   
and confine us to homes  
for "special people" as if we were  
ugly words strung together  
stanza'd into forgettable poems