I've been caught for

Foul ******.

For a felony of shame.

A tortured soul was buried within,

The lake down the street.

Maybe thirty blocks away.

I've been caught for

Foul ******.



I've commited arsen,

vandilism...

And just about every crime ever even thought of.

I sit in this cell,

With this officer's gun.

Thinking and thinking of murdering this guy..

Snoring as loud as Hades..



I have been caught for witchcraft,

for making potions and poisons.

I am a witch,

a wretch.

You can call me anything.

But I walk these mean streets,

these nameless streets.

Call me anything you want.

But don't be surprised if there isn't a tear shed,

Just a bullet in your head.

Or maybe,

depending on how much I hate you..

Ripping out your spine  and whipping you with it until it falls from the cartilage.

Or draining your blood and ripping apart your bones and muscles,

Then freezing your organs in a meat freezer,

And hanging your vacant body from ceiling of your attic!



Oh!

The excitement this gives me.

Just talking about it!



The blood shall be spread...

From this emotionless body of mine.

For I,

I've been caught,

I've been caught for foul ******!

FOUL ******!

And now I sit in this cell,

with this machete and pistol..

Ready to ****** this man in the most violent of ways...

I will drown him first.

Shoot him five times..

Rip his spine..

Whip him until there's no skin left to be whipped.

And tie his converse shoe string to his head and to his ankles and hang him up on the ceiling and stretch his motionless body..



Oh yes!

I guess I've got my dream!

For I,

I've been caught for foul ******..

manic depressive
or slightly regressive?
Whichever it is
I am not sure

Always looking back
For a treasure that's passed
me by

Perhaps I just didn't realize
All of the beauty that your eyes
witheld

Stored away in the depths
of an unknown place
The memories stay locked away

Access denied to even myself

I've built a wall around me
I want to protect the Trojan horse
you bestowed upon me

I fear that you will take it back
Or that an arsen will burn it black
But my indecisive nature
Wishes the worse for your trojan horse

the loss of what was once a gift
will bring peace of mind
when actually
I just wanted you to be eternally mine

The story of us,
As Tay-Tay would say
Is nothing like it was
What once was inseparable dependence
Has been diluted;
Reduced to ashes;
Burned by pain, jealousy, fear…
I hold the match

Arsen has become my second nature
My thinking,
Breathing...
The worst part is,
I never wanted to be this criminal.
This fire.
I loved you with such intensity,
That I learned to trust myself...
I wish I didn't.
Because once I did,
I thought, I believed, I
Knew
You were going to put me out
Stop the flames
But...
I was selfish
I was wrong

Between mood swings and whiplash,
Us and them
Somewhere along the way…
I lost you.
I
Lost
You.