Steve

Once more,
Another bitch killed it,
Though I cant say I did any better,
Yet as my ex love,
Goes on about his new fake forever.
I can’t help,
But fantasize,
About killing him.  

I know her hair color,
An un-natural black.
Indeed she is white,
And there’s not one thing she slacks.  

But the dream goes on,
About taking down my ex.
Leave behind my best friend,
Who dreams about him and her having sex.
This’ll be worst then Katie’s,
Mysterious and fast death.
Oh no,
This one will last longer,
And I will make him beg for each breath.
Time to toast with the bittersweet wine,
Steven’s Blood,Strait from,
His own bloody neckline.
That I shall kiss,
This one last time. 
 
But before,
Poor little Steve passes,
I’ll sit on the white linen of the bed,
While he bleeds to death,
Think of all the things he ever said.
All the yelling he ever did.
Oh it was pure dread.
But who cares now?
I’m making him vomit velvet red.
 
Where’s the fun in sudden death?
Lets call a doctor!
So once we call up Dr. Braski,
She decides to come in a helicopter.
Where we set you into a real bed.
Made for your recovery and comfort.
 
I’ll watch from the shadows,
You and Ashley,
Acting completely un-hurt.
I’ll thrown on my plastic smile,
While I watch you two flirt. 

When your well enough,
To stand and walk,
The memories will flood back,
And will send you into shock.
That is the time,
For me to pounce,
And begin to mock.

“My dear boy,
I want you back,
Not for your love,
But your ball sack!”

I’ll grin a chessy-the-cat smile,
While u stare in pure denial.
Then your jaw tightens hard. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

You try and play it off smooth,
Like you always do.
Everything I do is foolish,
You’d always convince me.
But I finally saw through your bullshit.
Why is it that I’m always the idiot?
And you’re always right?
Well I can guarantee you this time,
I know my answer is precise.
  
Your weak and barley able to move,
The new donated blood circulates slower,
And your weak punches are there to prove.
I take your hand and you push me back.
Déjà vu?
Hmm sad but its true.
I drag you from the hospital and back up to the tower,
With your white bed.
I tie you down to it,
Before you get your strength back,
Or I’m as good as dead.  

I suppose this is like playing with fire,
I know I’ll get burnt,
But I don’t care really.
As long as I can make you hurt.
Like a foolish child,
Laughing and falling all over myself.
I take off your pants,
The button is cold against my fingers,
And the zippers hiss becomes a chant.
Down, down ,down.
Off with your boxers.
Out with the knife,
Off with your balls,
Out with my laughter. 

Your screams and swears in pain,
They only help me howl louder with joy!
I finally did get my “Pure Bliss”.
Playing with you like a toy.  

After many rolls of bandages,
So we wouldn’t have you bleed to death,
Oh no no,
Death for you?
No, not yet…
I held a gun,
My faithful “Heather”.
She had been lined with real silver.
And was as light as a feather. 
You’ll never believe where I held it up,
Strait down against your head,
Oh but wait a moment,
Were focusing on the penis.
So I hope you know what head I ment… 

I pulled the trigger,
The pressure was a beautiful blast,
Oh dear Heather made this wonderful moment last!
Blood spewed in every direction,
She helped me forget about my romantic past.
Your yells only grew louder and your insults grew darker.
That’s right my dear,
Fight back,
It’s all I want to hear.
I bandage your new wounds,
You try to feebly kick and scream,
And I listen in the shadow of the moon.
I turn to you as you finally weak. 

“Camille,
You don’t have to do this.”  

Your voice covered with fake love,
You never really felt for me.

 “Fuck,You.”  

I say with a smile.
I put good Heather away,
And promise her the next time I see her will be awhile.
I turn slowly in your direction,
Your tied down to the bed,
Blood dripping off your missing head.
Oh Steve has no balls or penis now.
And all Angela can see is red.  

Your barley conscious,
As I sit at the end of your coffin,
I trace your body with my figure tips.
And my glare begins to soften.
Your human just like me…
But with your god damn humanity,
You will realize right from WRONG! 

I stood up,
And threw out my arm,
Knocking over the vase.
Hitting your pathetic and ugly face.
“I hate you.”
I say under my breath,
And I watched before my eyes,
All the various items that flew.

Tables,
Lamps,
Boxes,
Anything I could find,
To throw at your pathetic crumbled body.
And I mean everything of mine. 
Rather it be paper,Or pens.
They were thrown at you.
The necklace I made,
Choked you with it.
The poems I saved,
Used it to wipe the blood and spit.
And my beating heart,
Used it with my wit.  

Finally you were covered in shards,
Shards of what?
I don’t fucking know…
But I knew you were cut.
Your dead eyes stared forward,
And I untied you solemnly. 
 
I took your hand tight,
As tears and blood went all about,
But through all the droplets of rubies and crystals.
A grin of pleasure was played out.
You’re gone…
But what do I do now?
 
I’ll do what I’m best at,
Cook a nice,
Fucking, Stew!
 
I cut you with my knife,
“The Knife Of Fernando”,
Open goes your rip cage,
Where your old heart is exposed.
And I take it out using nothing but pure rage.
Into the boiling water it goes.
Spices and magic is added,
As I sing about how low you did go.
To date my best friend?
Ha…pathetic and my happiness is still yet to grow.
 
I finish up the stew,
Mmm~,
The smell of Steve!
Where I prance back to Aleena’s,
And we prepare to feast. 

But in a blur of light,
I’m back in my office,
Steve’s alive,
And I’m lost from my “Pure Bliss”.
But no ones there,
No one to babbled excuses,
No one I can make pissed,
All alone, sweet solitude…
Only me,
A plan,
And a death wish calling you.

"Part 1: Katie"
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/7806/

"Pure Bliss"
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/8739/

"Seeing Red"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuTxkDBZnaY

Thanks to,
Heather,
Aleena,
Dominic,
And Fernando (Ferdie).