half past midnight
your face becomes my hell.
personal or otherwise,

hell nonetheless.

the beast with two backs rears
its ugly sillouhette
from the depth of my imagination.
an encounter I never
encountered.
but played back on my brainwaves
radio request of the unappealing
monster you've become.

my overrun mind needs
a walk.
it's metaphorical legs afire.

you patronize me with
empty words
relieving me of nothing but
the notion
that good men exist.

I emasculate you
with my sharp tongued replies.
abuse on demand,
for you taught me well.

long past midnight
your lies become my hell.