Swimming In You

Malice and Forethought
Were the words
that spilled
from the judges lips
the day I learned
my demise

Justice and Retribution
became the terms
I obsessed with
when you took
the one thing
that provided
meaning in my life

Remorse: None
Regret?
Only that I did not provide
more pain to you
when I had you
on your knees
kissing the
prince of darkness's
hand.

Sometimes in my Cell
I can faintly hear your cry
from the brimming abyss
It is at these times
that I feel the most
pleasure

I sit alone......................

The Warden and Classification
long ago
categorized me
as "Unfit"
in sharing
"Dual Occupancy",
leaving me
to my own devices
to swim
in my
insanity.

No visitors
No Correspondence
The night has bled into the day
and the day into the night
Scribbling Ink
has become
my Refuge
and the Canvass
a living Self Portrait
of who I am in
Poetic Form.

Memories distort
my imagination
the smell of your blood
is a sweet lingered
scent
that captivates 
my senses.................

I know not
Whether
I am in My Own
Personal Armageddon
or just a heightened
purgatory
before Peace
takes over
as my guide

Regardless
I am a living
MASTER
of my own
WILL........