HATE

I am Jesus, the devil and your last breath. The pressure constricting around your neck at the time of expiration. I will not lose. I am in the dark around every corner, maybe the first and last thing you'll see in the morning. I am in your closet when you get home, or attached to the battery of your car waiting for your entry. The weight tied to your ankle pulling you south as you see the surface of the water slowly get further. I apply the pressure to the lever which ignites the black powder giving birth to a chunk of metal and delivering to it's new home. The reason blood stops pumping, pumps faster, or pumps out. The last word, the final blink, the equal weight on the scale of justice. Glass in your food, air in your vein, sianide in your kool aid. The kerosene, the match, and the one who lock's the pad lock on the outside of your door. I am who you wanted to see last.... I'm here.

If you could breathe my air you'd gasp.

A phone call, a change in what was well if it stayed the same;
A decision, a glitch in precision but who takes the blame;
An outburst, straining to reach a volume unreachable;
A come down, straining to reach a normal untouchable;
As I drowned the pain with anger, I seem to bleed less the more alcohol used to make up the sin I call blood pumping through this empty shell. Every tear shed dries on the mold of fiction you call my face. Every slice cuts deeper into the swivel of my four, usually mistaken as a wrist. Each scream I make from the belly of the beast, is an attempt to cover the noises in my head orchestrated by the devil in my brain. The loss of sanity causes the evaporation of my soul through the liquid in my eyes. I am awake when I sleep and dream when I'm conscious, only to fall unconscious when I wake. Breathe deeper........