What we do

Old blood

carpet stains and a policeman

almost, but not quite, guessing what we are

bathing in the Devil's water

I stare at the face of my downfall

pity me

this dirty anger I feel for what he did

what he did to me!

hate me if you will

this brown blood that trails the empty halls

the path to my enclosed freedom. Sealed shut.

His cold eyes stare back at me from the bathtub

hefty fucker

still taunting me in death

I hate his exsistence!

The fire that night started in my brain

burning my precious memory till I was but a child

glaring at the melting, charring, spitting hell

that lives in this world no more