The room’s dark ‘n empty, and,
I stand in the corner, as I,
Stare at the being, in the chair,
Sitting under the dim light.
Trussed to the chair ‘ n constrained,
Gagged ‘n muzzled, as he,
Sees my silhouette, in the corner,
While I stand, watching in silence.
Approaching him slowly, as I,
Extract a knife. Caressing the blade,
As I, stare at him with an evil grin.
His head hangs low, as he,
Stares into the abyss under his feet.
Putting my hand on his shoulder, as I,
In his chest, wedge the knife.
He screams in pain ‘n agony, whilst,
I feel contented and beatific.
Watching the blood, gushing out,
His mouth, the hole in his chest,
Warms my heart, gives me pleasure.
Whilst his eyes, tear up. His heart,
Sinks to the lowest. His mind,
Regrets. Regrets for letting me out,
For letting me take over, over this body,
Over this mind. Control ‘n command,
Finally mine. Dominating the mind now, as I,
Chuckle over his fate, his resolution.
Kneeling down before him, as I,
Withdraw the blade, lifting his face up.
His eyes filled with fear ‘n horror, and,
His face stricken with terror and distress.
Begging forgiveness, as he stares,
Glancing down my soul, crying ‘n imploring.
His heart regrets, regrets for letting,
Letting me out, out and free.
Grabbing his face, as I, staring,
Into his eyes, smirking a little, before I,
Carve a smile on his face, across his cheeks.
A smile for all those fake smiles,
A smile for all those forced smiles.
Blood drips from his chin, as he,
Wails in torture, suffering in discomfort.
Grinning as I say, “You liked smiling, eh?”
Looking at me, he struggles,
Struggles to counter.
“Now you’ll smile forever”, saying as I,
Push the blade into his oesophagus.
Choking onto his breath, blood dripping,
Down his face ‘n throat, as he,
Vies to survive, to hold on, to live.
His eyes stay wide open, as he,
Takes his last breath, ‘n his soul,
Vanishing into oblivion, for ever.
Whilst his face, smiling, forever and ever, ’till
Flesh rots and decays into dust, disappearing.
And, broken out of my dreams, I have,
Stepped out of my subconscious,
My dreams, the virtuality, the fantasy.
I’m no hallucination, any more. I am,
Wholly reality, iron truth, and,
Alive and breathing, whilst,
He has vanished into the abyss.
This is my ‘ilk’, my foremost,
More to come, more ‘cinayet’.