Revenge

It's been days now,
As I apply the local anaesthetic
And a new world has been opened to him,
His eyes roll up, tired and sick with pain,
A world with new depth (of pain) and colour (of vomit).
I make a slit three centimetres long on the smooth skin of his abdomen.
World filled with doubt and fear. A world of death.
He works the gag again, pleading in his eyes.
He still doesn't even know who I am.

Long pink and purple loops of life,
Stimulants stop unconsciousness,
Pulled out of his body,
Eyes bulging in disbelief, without pain,
Worse than pain.

As I cut open further and reach in to squeeze his heart to death,
I remember his first realisation of how pitiful pain is,
How insignificant and transitory it is; how powerless,
But he takes his secret to the grave; as we all will.

Asylum





white
Stark and cold as fog in the snow,
Ridiculous furniture, blocks of foam,
Reinforced glass, primary school Hell.
Clean, bright, sterile, dead.
red
A mist of blood, futility breeds,
Passions checked limbically,
Through a haze of their pharmacy.
Confused, enraged, subdued, destroyed.
green
An ague of mould, sickly vital,
Awakening each day to Hell,
Cheery wardens of soul-death,
Drill a regimen of normalcy,
Crushing emotions with a needle,
Crushing intellect with a word,
Crushing psyche with a shrug.
blue
Eggshells broken, freedom calls,
Breezes waft my soul away,
Bargains made and plots hatched.
Lies, drugs, times, rules.
black
Drear and dark as the oceans depths,
Streets I cannot walk down,
Plenary chaos in it's true form.
Safety, warmth, power, peace.