Emotional homicide, that’s how this feels
All because of you, it’s become all too real
I wish you would disintegrate, obliterate, just disappear
Metaphorical murder, I would so welcome the cheer
Deep into your soulless, dark heart, a sharp knife I would plunge
Watching you bleed out all your lies, with one last emotional lunge
Until there is no life left in your eyes, I would sit calmly and wait
You’d never know what hit you, until it was too late
The last thing you’d see, would be the curve of my face
You’d feel, watch and wonder, your anguish would be my last saving grace
The pain that you’d feel will NEVER compare
To the pain that you caused my heart, dark and unfeeling, full of despair
With a wicked smile, I’d leave you on your knees to wither
Every feeling of heartache and pain you left in my heart
In your blood it does slither
I’ve been told that my poems are a bit on the dark side. I’ve never really thought about them that way, only to say that creativity comes from deep rooted emotions. Whether it’s writing a novel, poetry or painting. I wrote this two years ago, when Lestat’s was still in my life. I haven’t really gone back to any of my poetry since then and even I was taken back at how dark some of these are. But all of it came from the same place, and now that I’ve moved on I can share them, as part of my “art” or writing so to speak. And speaking of art, one of my favorite artists EVER, George Yepes.
The first two images are from a series of painting by Mr. Yepes an awesome Hispanic/Latin/Mexican-American artist who paints images about the Mexican culture. I personally own a print of my featured image it’s called “Adelita” and it hangs in my bedroom, feeling somehow I can relate to her in a lot of ways. Well without the guns I mean, but you never know…..
You can check out George Yepes gallery here.
Until next time remember, chin up, solider on and watch your back!
The Huntress 915