Category: Whispered Words

Pieces here,

pieces there,

pieces of you everywhere,

I slit your throat,

I drained your blood,

I chopped you up,

I spread you out,

I sewed you up,

I stuck you back,

I played with you,

I jerked my cock,

I stuck it in,

I filled you up,

I broke you once again,

I lost my shit,

I lost my mind,

I paid the price,

and you paid mine.

Close the door,

you’re the last one out,

lock it up,

make sure you do,

we don’t need problems,

coming from this,

we don’t need issues,

not because of you,

so shut the door,

and lock it good,

make sure it’s done,

or you’ll pay with blood,

you’ll pay with pain,

I’ll slice you up,

I’ll enjoy your pain,

so do what you’ve been told,

and close the fucking door,

because you’re the last….

oh wait,

everyone is gone,

and it’s just me,

well,

I guess,

I better make sure I lock the fucking door.

If there were words,

it these was something,

if I knew what to say,

if I knew what to do,

would it be the same?

would it all be better?

would you still be the same?

would I still feel this way?

should I see,

should I try,

should I dare to imagine,

what could be,

if I could see,

the words you wanted to hear,

the words,

I need to make clear.

Sammy,

that double D bastard,

I tried to find that prick,

I tried to break his neck,

but somehow he got around me,

he somehow flew the coupe,

but I’m telling you right now,

if I find that piece of shit,

he won’t stand a fucking chance,

I’ll beat him senseless,

I break his legs,

I’ll take his hands,

then his head,

so,

if you know what Sammy double D is,

you tell him I’m coming soon,

so start your running,

go hide you fuck,

because this time,

I’ll win the war.

Running,

petrified,

screaming,

calling,

horrified,

knowing I’m going to die soon,

falling in a heap,

grazing,

bleeding,

bruised,

FUCK!

I’m running out of time,

there’s no where else to run,

fuck,

shit,

I can’t atone,

I can’t repent,

all I can is run,

run,

RUN!

I know somehow,

once,

everything was okay,

now,

everything seems wrong,

I don’t know how to feel,

I don’t know how to see,

everything is falling apart,

everything is scaring me,

I break,

I falter,

I fall,

I grunt,

I growl,

and I scream,

you won’t kill me,

you won’t succeed,

I’ll have my day,

you will see,

a bloody violent mess,

of me.

bloody mess am I,

torn open by your blade,

funny that you did this,

the one I never thought would betray me,

but it was you,

you fucking bitch,

for all I did,

for everything I built,

for all I gave to you,

then you stabbed me,

you thumped me,

you beat me into the ground,

if I could I would change things,

I’d make it all different,

I’d never trust you,

but now as I lie here,

now as I die,

it’s too late for what ifs,

it’s my life,

or it was.

You gave me a taste,

you allowed me to look,

I liked what I saw,

I enjoy it’s taste,

but you deceived me,

you never told me how it would be,

now I’m addicted,

now I want more,

but you expect me to pay,

you expect me to be your whore,

I’m never going to be,

what you want you see,

instead I’ll take,

I’ll take all that I need,

and then I’ll slice your throat,

and bury you deep,

for I am the one,

you should have never crossed me in the first place,

you bent me,

you broke me,

now,

it’s your turn.

Thrusting,

driving,

digging it in,

digging,

tearing,

pulling it out,

ripping,

bleeding,

bruised,

and beaten,

you tore me down,

you broke my crown,

you left me to die,

I wanted to,

but somehow I survived,

and now,

I come for you.

Throbbing,

pulsating,

growing,

eyes grow wide,

as it enlarges in size,

shock and horror,

fear and panic,

desperation,

nervous tension,

light headed,

blackness calling,

this growing lump,

filled with blood,

underneath my skin,

above my skull,

the hit I took,

has taken me out.

climbing,

pulling,

clawing,

digging,

exhausted by it all,

the light is slowly fading,

my life is slowly slipping,

into the endless pit,

into a world of darkness,

struggling,

straining,

draining,

weakening,

as the pull is too strong,

I can’t hold on,

all I want to do it let go,

but,

vengeance,

it’s keeping me strong,

strong enough to carry on.

pale,

white,

cold,

as you lie there,

in a pool of red,

sticky,

thick,

congealed,

what once flowed through your veins,

what once carried the oxygen you needed,

that keep you alive,

until of course,

I slit your throat,

bleed you out,

and I took your life,

I took back,

what was mine.

Waiting,

dehydrating,

slipping away,

into the endless place,

where time is nothing,

where it stands still,

slowly,

tirelessly,

losing my grip,

losing all sense,

of who I was,

suffocating,

in this endless place,

while I wait,

for you to come,

and fix the fucking hot water cylinder you prick,

where are you,

when will you come,

do you realise what I have to do,

do you realise what is to come?

I’ll split your head,

once you’re done,

once you fix,

this fucking thing.

Every word I said that night,

all the hate that poured out,

I meant them,

they were,

and always will be,

the truest words I ever said,

I ever said,

to you,

can you say the same,

or did you just lie,

like you always did,

when it came to me.

Dancing in the dark,

dancing all alone,

while no music plays,

while my eyes are closed,

emptying all inside,

forgetting all the pain,

forgetting you,

forgetting me,

finding that place,

that place within,

where I’m happy again,

with who I am,

with me,

are you?

clawing through the clay,

digging through the mud,

I head towards the surface,

to make my escape from this hole.

your face is all I see,

hate controlling me,

it’s brought me back from the other side,

to take revenge,

to take your head,

to bust your world,

because,

it want’s you,

instead.

 

 

 

Smooth like silk,

soft,

wet,

thick,

salty,

as it flows,

escaping your throat,

through the tear I made with my blade,

as you heart pumps it out,

slowly,

you empty,

until,

there is nothing left inside,

but empty veins,

and empty eyes.

Let it seep in,

let it soak,

deep within your stomach,

my sin will eat you out,

regret,

what is that word,

it’s something that I don’t know,

but you, you bitch you know,

exactly what this is about,

it started as a joke,

it started as a fling,

but soon it became something worse,

soon it became my sin,

so watch your fucking step,

watching your fucking throat,

becasue I’m coming to taste my pain,

I’m coming to get you again.

What are you?

Do I know you?

Have we been apart of each other before?

Or, are you something new,

something different,

something I’ve never seen before,

something,

what?

Is it true,

are you really this,

a thing I once saw,

I’m sure once felt,

words without a mouth,

sound without a cry,

whispering sweet nothings,

waiting,

waiting for me to die,

or,

are you waiting for me to lie?