Curtains shudder as the wind blows,
Past them and into the room,
Bird chirp as the leaves flow,
And sunlight makes the flowers bloom.
In the center of the room is a bed,
The sheets; white and so are the pillows.
Inches away I sit on a chair instead,
Vision blurred and my face sallow.
Shaking my head as I attempt,
To bring my senses back and then,
The needle in my hand pokes against,
Against my hard and comatose skin.
The room is awfully bright and there’s,
A weird sense of aroma flowing through,
Utterly familiar; into me it brings a fear,
Sitting amidst blood; the fear outgrew.
The room’s empty in my head,
But there’s a lifeless body on the bed,
Desiccated of blood and soul,
Faceless and not so whole.
Hands brutally severed and,
Body stripped entirely bare,
Pool of blood on the sheet and,
Pints of blood on the floor.
Tongue missing from the mouth,
And socket of the eyes hollow,
A stake through the mouth and,
Written on wall was ‘FOLLOW.’
A strange feeling comes over me,
As I stare at the faceless figure,
A feeling of closeness ‘n affection,
So familiar and known, as if a mirror.
Wondering if this my life is,
Just a violent destroyer,
Innocent looking; still destroying,
People’s life and happiness.
Happiness of everyone around,
Everyone very close to me,
Everyone who cares for me,
Everyone who dares to love me,
Everyone who sees a friend in me,
Everyone who finds hope in me,
Everyone who tries to heal me,
I break ’em, wreck ’em ‘n scar them.
Killing the human in them,
Traumatizing ’em mentally,
And emotionally, and this,
Humane look a mere facade.
Then very soon the drugs kick in, ‘n,
My heart starts to beat haphazardly,
My body starts to shiver ‘n convulse,
And the needle falls out of my hand.
And my head arches back suddenly,
Then my eyes roll back into my head,
And my face gazes up at the ceiling,
As my hands clench the armrest.
Groaning loudly, I, as the,
Blood starts gushing out my eyes,
‘N my pulse goes crazy, and I,
Start slipping into unconsciousness.
Just then the figure stands up,
Stands up and walks over to me,
As she stands right in front of me,
Extracting the stake out her mouth.
She trusses the stake into my chest,
And I look at her faceless profile, ‘n,
She leans closer ‘n kisses my mouth,
Pushing the stake even more instead.
My eyes roll back, as my body,
Stops convulsing and I look,
At the faceless being, as she slowly,
Begins dissipating ‘n fading away.
I gasp ‘n fight for breaths, as I,
Spew out blood, black and thick,
Rolling down the sides o’ my cheeks,
And my body falls onto the floor.
I take my very last breaths,
Realizing the blood in the room,
Is my own blood and I,
Close my eyes; passing into oblivion.
This is my ‘İkinci’, the utmost,
Last of the last, last ‘cinayet’.