My therapist told me to write the lies down verbatim.
But my demons have been scared into hiding.
Lying in wait for a time when my mind is weak.
Yet they cannot live unless I feed them.
So I wait as well, at the entrance to the cave I used to
live in.
I wait for their emaciated bodies to stumble out; I wait to
see them stagger.
I wait to see their eyes filled with rage but their wills
broken.
I will see them in the exact state they wanted to see me in,
But I will not join them in their destruction.
I will not show compassion on the desolation of the diseased.
I need no complicated strategy, I need no eloquent poetry, no special ceremony is required;
Just to sit back and watch you die.
Quizzical am I, to wonder where I picked you up in the first
place, but then, who really cares anyway?
Even the random garbage fling through the air comes from
somewhere and is on its way somewhere else.
But you will waste away into nothing.
Then even the memory of you will fade from my mind,
And words of this verse fade to fire.
I will still save these words for a time.
And care not if I or any other soul shall ever read them again.
