“Something wicked this way comes”
Something twisted as the branches
Losing all the leaves of autumn
Blood red moon
Thirst and vine
Always quenching
Mercilessly entwined
The thoughts we do not share
Brought to fruition
Encased as if in a tidy black box
Sent just to you
Special delivery of secrets
Darkness
Writhing beneath pleasure and torment
Brought by wind and rain
Listless enjoyment of pain
Watch them fall
See them writhe
Like lost souls twisting in the nether
Underneath a ***** cracked fingernail
Pressing them like helpless rats
Until their bodies crush beneath the weight of their own pain
Watch the shame ooze out as they cry for mercy
Begging forgiveness the judgments they have bestowed upon others
As they turn to you with hate filled eyes
Wondering if you will finally help them with redemption
Or smash them like the worthless things they know they are
Throw it away
It is not worthy of your infinite time
Curiosity compels you to dig it out of the refuge and repeat
Build a wall to surround the thing
Make it go away
Bone chilling screams inside your brain
Bash it until it is still
Deafening silence
The screams of ten thousand years
Power, tears and blood stained eyes
Blood filled eyes
Beautiful eyes
Helplessly grasping for just one more taste…
-Heidi Moore
Copyright 10/15/2011