Stop trying to pass yourself off as something you aren’t.

Quit the acting and the expressions and the distant looks and low voices.



Quit trying to make people think you are something dark and majestic.

You are an unsightly bug.



You may have everyone else fooled,

But you CANNOT fool me.

I know you inside and out.

I’ve had to listen to the **** you spew every ******* day.



You try to make them think you are me.

You act like me.

SO BE ME.

Just tell them all what you really feel.

Even if you think you feel something else.



You can’t lie to yourself.

Or to me.



I’m gonna rip your ******* wings off, little fly.



Don’t be you and act like me.



BE ME.



Because that’s who you are.





Sincerely,

Dann Klock

Dear Mr. Bateman,
A few questions, if I may.
I have a couple dark interests,
That out loud, I do not say.

How does it feel inside,
To have someone in your grasp?
Total control through pain,
Do you prefer a scream or a gasp?

Tell me, Mr. Bateman,
How long do you make it last?
Do you fantasize about the future,
Or fondly recall the past?

Do you wish someone would catch you,
On your throne of ****** bones?
Do you strive to be feared? Punished?
Or just to shock the mindless drones?

Put down the chainsaw, Mr. Bateman.
Tell me, how do they taste?
What’s the last thing you say to them?
What part of them do you let go to waste?

What do you mean, you are simply not there?
Do you not feel for what you do?
How do you steal the pleasure,
For the sadist part of you?

Dear, Mr. Bateman.
Thank you for your time.
You helped shape the inside,
Of my own twisted mind.

It was a bright midday in June,

When he sought refuge from what plagued him.

He took his camera for a walk,

To get his mind off of Kim.



It had been three whole weeks,

Since that fatal car ride.

A screech of tires, shattered glass.

She’s no longer at his side.



Down the street he walked,

To the forest so he could see,

The birds, the leaves, the dirt, the sky,

The trees, the trees, the trees.



And though running he was,

From the feeling that befell,

He was angered when he found,

They were in the forest as well.



He picked up speed and into the trees,

He plunged ever further.

He ran blindly, faster and faster,

To escape the thoughts of her.



He burst into a clearing,

And saw a red tower, reaching to the sky.

He slumped down, his back to the brick,

And quickly started to cry.



“Why did she have to go?”

Into a ball, he curled.

He looked into his camera, pressed ‘record,’

To say good-bye to this world.



He wiped the tears from his eyes.

He rose up to his knees,

When in the camera’s bright screen,

He saw something in the trees.



He turned quickly to see who,

It was who stood there.

He was struck, dumbfounded when he saw,

Something out of a nightmare.



Silent, unmoving. Wrapped in black.

It stood tall and *****.

It charaded as a man, though man, it was not.

Pale face, black hat, collar high-necked.



He stared in horror, tried to run,

His feet would not move.

The Shadow outstretched it’s long arms,

And the feelings began to soothe.



“I know what you feel, I know why you cry.”

“I know what rampaged in your heart.”

“Take my hand, join me into the dark.”

“From her memory, you shall part.”



“Who are you,” he yelled back.

“Why do you speak to me?”

“Go on your way, dark stranger.”

“I want to be alone, can’t you see?”



The shadow hissed, a poisoned laugh.

“On my way? We’ve only just started.”

His anger sparked, but he was happy it replaced,

The feeling that had departed.



He approached the Shadow quickly.

A blow, he planned to land.

As he stood next to the towering figure,

He swung forward his hand.



As he knocked off the Shadow’s hat,

Through his mind, images of Kim did race.

He stared into the Shadow’s visage,

But it was just his own cold, dead, pale face.

A dark hall, echoes of life.

Certainty balanced on the edge of a knife.

Huge planes of glass, no sun do they reveal.

All comfort does this hallway steal.



But resonating out over the remnants of existence,

I can hear the soft notes full of resistance.

Refusing to succumb to the gloom,

A pianist plays, her music fills the room.



Every time I must walk this dark-lit hall,

I draw strength from the piano’s willful call.

Her fingers craft my sanctuary.

No longer need I be fearful or weary.



Then late one day, in a bad state of mind,

Woeful thoughts, I do find.

A friend gives advice to me.

The pianist’s face, I must see.



A the threshold of the hall, I stand.

The time to see her face at hand.

Then I realize what I don’t hear.

Her beautiful music does not reach my ear.



Cautiously, I step into the hopeless void.

Lights, life, and music it is devoid.

I creep to, and at the piano’s bench, I stare.

But the pianist was not there.



I stare down to the hallway’s end,

And without the pianist’s strength to lend,

There is no music in which I can confide,

And I know not how I will make it to the other side

Just listen around and you’ll hear the sound,
Of human suffering.
As the shadows start closing in,
The bird lies as he sings.

Broken pens and ugly ends,
And one who’s too far away.
Try to show the brightside,
But ignore the very things you say.

Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.

Wipe it from your face. Do you want some space?
Drain disease from your skin.
One detests the father,
While another misses him.

Crooked spines and twisted minds,
And miles of open sea.
Stress and fear and anger,
Stop us from being who we want to be.

Being alone, I have not grown,
From what wounded me in the past.
The others have changed their landscape,
But pain can adapt fast.

Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.

But we must push on.

I killed a spider today.

It was outside, alone, defenseless.

Living.

I don’t know why.
I don’t know why.

The world is huge and open and full of creatures.

Living.

And it meant nothing to me.
Just a barely hesitant pause.
And an entire world ended.

Forget your next task.

Tomorrow.

Next year.

The world ended.

Because I killed a spider today.

I saw you sitting across the world.
I knew that you would wait for me.
Behind your eyes.
What a surprise.
You showed me what I have never seen.

I never felt quite like this before.
Finally someone else acts the same.
I know you aren’t fake.
Nothing you will take.
I don’t even need to know your name.

So, my dark girl,
I will go anywhere with you.
So, my dark girl,
I will do whatever you want to do.
So, my dark girl,
I will be there no matter what you go through,
Because I’ve given up on everything,
But you.

You found me in my secret place.
In the forest, inside my mind.
How did you get here?
Through my projected fear?
A spot that no one else can find.

You spoke to me like no one has before,
In words I thought only I know.
I am blown away.
Please, won’t you stay?
I would just follow you if you go.

So, my dark girl,
I will go anywhere with you.
So, my dark girl,
I will do whatever you want to do.
So, my dark girl,
I will be there no matter what you go through,
Because I’ve given up on everything,
But you.

So, my dark girl,

I will go anywhere with you.
So, my dark girl,
I will do whatever you want to do.
So, my dark girl,
I will be there no matter what you go through,
Because I’ve given up on everything,
But you.

Watching the sun set, sitting next to you.
This is something I didn’t know I could feel.
This is so right.
Let’s not end tonight.
I can’t believe you are real.

So, my dark girl,
I will go anywhere with you.
So, my dark girl,
I will do whatever you want to do.
So, my dark girl,
I will be there no matter what you go through,
Because I’ve given up on everything,
But you.