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Behind Those Silent Eyes

By Peter Scott


I’m sick
Consumed by a virus
Burning
Tearing organs asunder
While remaining intact
Cloaked and silent
My disease rests in
The bowels
Unhindering mechanical life
Feeding on
My reservations
Pulsing every time I
Am kind
Magnifying to the sight
Of a good little boy
!How proper am I
Touch my veins
When the blood turns to
Cool, cold darkness
Mind rotting in a soul consumed
Inhabited and under control
By what you call a demon
I describe as
The only moment
Of true personality

I’m sick
Consumed by a virus
Warring against the urge
To claw and mutilate
Damage everything in proximity
Foretold in a scroll
To be the Devil’s work
I am not far distant
Merely used
Tell me now
Have you ever felt
Blissful when controlled?
Toyed&with purpose
An animal
Hungering to murder
Twitching
Muscles tense
Longing to scream
And pull their arm from the socket
Lick the shoulder’s juices
Followed by smashing and tearing
Total determination
Tell me
Do you belong to the animals?
Or are you
What reality is not

I’m sick
Consumed with a virus
Whispering deeds
The wretched take heed of
They are condemned
Damned to a half existence
Which is deadly to survive
Stifles evil
And the spice we mix our mission with
Locked away
My passion lingers captive
Layers inside
Preventing them from seeing
The absolute anger
Total pain
Unending spasms of chaotic rage
I am empathic
Tolerant to all I observe
That is because
I am partially over the edge
Radiating madness
One half spinning in Hades
Torturing the body
Grappling with the sky
Dizziness overpowers receptive senses
And I am ready to die

I’m sick
Consumed with a virus
Only inches distant from
My animal instincts
Cage me with strong chains
Or I will snap
Impose on your beliefs
Kill your family
Only inches distant
Blood will smell vibrant when
I rip tissue from your body
Spit in the holes
Once occupied by eyes
Only seconds from acting
Their bodies will ache
As I rape them
Cleanse and violate
Creating memories to last
And chaos to the mind
Things I already had
Only moments in the past

I’m sick
Level in the current
Yet not the same
Evil incarnate
Moments away
Smiles don’t signal who I am
Deeds often mislead
Restrained for this instant
One second it will take
A single instant
Separating me
From the Devil
His wicked ways
I have given in to
Still standing with the halos in heaven
Rocking left to right
Never noticed
Until it was too late.





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