GONE

GONE

Empty Hallways
Charred portraits and broken lights
drops of the human essence
dot the dusty rugged carpet
Dead silence
A tormenting noise
Aftermath of a broken dream

Shattered Whispers
I hear the walls speak my name
In contemptuous mockery
I know what you did
It was all your fault.
You stupid insolent child
Of fermented ignorance.
Murderer…

Hopeless reminisce
I remember that cold night
An imminent tempest
Where lighting flickers
Amidst drowning sounds of Thunder
The shadow of the oak branch
Swaying to the tune of the dead wind
Casting an eerie shadow, semblance
To the reaper’s grip

Unremitting Pain.
It’s Origins from the blue door
Thunders and shrill screams
Overlapping resonance
A medley of torture and agony
Night after night
Full Moon to Half Moon
Recycled Horror.
Some days, With the absence of the storm,
Her scream harder to bear
A long deep silence
Contaminated by the hurt of my mother

I have been broken
An innocent heart pushed to the edge
I reach for the drawer
And pulled out my salvation
My bony fingers trembling
Courage? Foolery?  It had to be done
I walked out to the hallway
Mother Nature still fuming
Casting her rage and frustration on the window pane

The Blue door.
Concealing the atrocities of my father’s replacement
Shadows moving underneath
Cry no more mother
It’s a cruel world.
I am coming to take your nemesis away.
Imploring my legs not to betray me
Or my consciousness departing from me
With each step further
My heart yearned to break away from me
… Poor child.

The Blue door gave way
And she came running out
Bathed in Blood and Grime
Her eyes Bloodshot
Oh, Mother.
How did we ever end like this?
Guess you were wrong about the countryside
Can’t believe you gave it all up
For the Monster chasing after you.


She fell to the floor
Down to her very last breathe
I saw my trembling reflection in his hands
As he towers over her
The hunger to put the rugged blade in her
A sudden change in target
And I am in his line of sight
His eyes devouring my presence
He came charging
Suddenly, my sights went dark
Blind Rage
Kill or be Killed
I squeezed the trigger
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six…

Shot in between the eyes
A thud from his lifeless body
To mark his demise
Followed by the clatter of the shining blade
My First Kill
A pure soul, now tainted
I did it, mother
I took him away from you
He should be in the bosom of the fallen  
Never to bother you again
An eternity of abyssal torment

Mother, why are you still?
What have I done?
She took a ricochet to her lungs
Consequences of a weakling wielding a firearm
Oh Mother… By my hands, you were slain
Embittered memories
How did I end up with a death metal?
Aftereffect of an unhappy childhood.
Please, spirit don’t depart from her
I know I made it hard for you to dwell in her
With the char of a stray bullet

Rest now Mother
Never to see the beast again….