psychopathA Poem by Kira(sometimes i see you, and the image bursts into my head: me taking a hammer to your skull.)(sometimes i see you and the image bursts into my head: me taking a hammer to your skull.)
you are not a demon and i am not a psychopath (right) you are without a face and yet i tear at your dream-self simply to watch it bleed and it does--'candy' red no other shade would do
(you walk in front of the stairs and my hands shove out your head hits every step on the way down. i warned you)
(as we walk in clear summer air i throw you to the ground, grab you by the neck, and bash your head in the sidewalk over and over.)
you are not a demon and i am not a psychopath you bleed cherry red smile and ask how my day went
(i take the steak knife from the block in the kitchen and slit your throat from behind while you watch tv on the couch)
(in the pool you splash and laugh i push you under and stand on you and feel you thrash)
you are not a demon and i am not a psychopath you are without a face but i tear at your dream-self simply to watch it bleed (all the colors of the rainbow)
(i take that beer bottle from your hand and smash it across your face dragging crystal-glass in arcane shapes for some very interesting scars)
(i pour that tank of gasoline on your sleeping form and your tangled sheets light a match (burn in hell))
you are not a demon and i am not a psychopath and your dead selves pile up in my memories.
(are you a demon? i can't remember anymore.)
(i fingerpaint candy red faces on the walls and i laugh.)
you are not a demon and i am not a psychopath i am not a psychopath i am not a psychopath © 2011 KiraAuthor's Note
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