Thrashing, shaking,
Sinking weight,
Sweating, quaking,
Eyes dilate.
Those demons haunt.
Those demons stalk,
In dreams that taunt,
Where nightmares walk.
In that vivid vision,
His memory,
Recalled in precision,
His mother’s insanity.
He remembered,
Her blue eyes; burning,
He remembered,
Her brown hair; swinging.
The jagged binds,
That restrained him,
The cold steel knife,
That grazed him.
The blood that welled,
As she peeled his skin,
The blood that fell,
With each painful sin.
He remembered,
Her blue eyes; sadistic,
He remembered,
Her brown hair; barbaric.
Waking, breathing hard,
His eyes madly glinting,
Fingers feeling scars,
On his back; vacillating.
His forgotten beasts;
Set loose to rampage,
Thirsty for bloody feasts,
Barbaric and savage.
The urge to kill surged,
He must erase the past!
That cruel memory purged,
And then rest, at last.
The night was still,
As he hunted,
For his newest kill,
He hunted.
Blue eyes, brown hair,
Brown hair, blue eyes,
Where to find her? Where?
To pay for vile lies.
Those fiends whispered,
Maddening truths,
His screams he heard,
Agonizing proof.
Blood-lust clawed him, ripped him,
His mind a casualty,
His severed soul’s victim
The result of brutality.
He found her walking,
Warily glancing,
Her blue eyes; burning,
Her brown hair swinging.
A quick blow to the head,
Knocked her out,
Picking her, he tread,
To his car without a rout.
His demons waited,
In feral starvation,
Hunger soon to be sated,
With her screams; salvation.
Back in his lonely shack,
In a dark room underground,
He tied her to a standing rack,
Her back to him; turned around.
He shut the door,
And gagged her,
Tied feet to the floor,
And then he woke her.
As she pulled at the rack,
He prepared that blade,
Whose scars across his back,
A convoluted path laid.
Violently she shook,
Cried stifled screams,
Tried failingly to look,
At the nightmarish dream.
He approached her quietly,
His demons eager,
The knife glinted deadly,
On her skin, against her.
Her hoarse yells increased,
As the blade sunk in,
The flow of blood appeased,
Midst the famished din.
Each strip of flesh he cut,
Brought peace to his turmoil,
Silent sobs soothed his hurt,
Red rivers rewarded his toil.
Her lurching body stilled,
And tears mingled with red,
Her pain ebbed as it killed,
Tortured on a ruby death-bed.
The gory remains of her back,
Lay rest to his fixation,
His past buried in the black,
Once more, in elation.
He unbound the carcass,
One last thing left to do,
To forget the persistent past,
And obtain his due.
He ripped out her hair,
And gouged out her eyes,
No more brown hair,
No more blue eyes.
Sinking weight,
Sweating, quaking,
Eyes dilate.
Those demons haunt.
Those demons stalk,
In dreams that taunt,
Where nightmares walk.
In that vivid vision,
His memory,
Recalled in precision,
His mother’s insanity.
He remembered,
Her blue eyes; burning,
He remembered,
Her brown hair; swinging.
The jagged binds,
That restrained him,
The cold steel knife,
That grazed him.
The blood that welled,
As she peeled his skin,
The blood that fell,
With each painful sin.
He remembered,
Her blue eyes; sadistic,
He remembered,
Her brown hair; barbaric.
Waking, breathing hard,
His eyes madly glinting,
Fingers feeling scars,
On his back; vacillating.
His forgotten beasts;
Set loose to rampage,
Thirsty for bloody feasts,
Barbaric and savage.
The urge to kill surged,
He must erase the past!
That cruel memory purged,
And then rest, at last.
The night was still,
As he hunted,
For his newest kill,
He hunted.
Blue eyes, brown hair,
Brown hair, blue eyes,
Where to find her? Where?
To pay for vile lies.
Those fiends whispered,
Maddening truths,
His screams he heard,
Agonizing proof.
Blood-lust clawed him, ripped him,
His mind a casualty,
His severed soul’s victim
The result of brutality.
He found her walking,
Warily glancing,
Her blue eyes; burning,
Her brown hair swinging.
A quick blow to the head,
Knocked her out,
Picking her, he tread,
To his car without a rout.
His demons waited,
In feral starvation,
Hunger soon to be sated,
With her screams; salvation.
Back in his lonely shack,
In a dark room underground,
He tied her to a standing rack,
Her back to him; turned around.
He shut the door,
And gagged her,
Tied feet to the floor,
And then he woke her.
As she pulled at the rack,
He prepared that blade,
Whose scars across his back,
A convoluted path laid.
Violently she shook,
Cried stifled screams,
Tried failingly to look,
At the nightmarish dream.
He approached her quietly,
His demons eager,
The knife glinted deadly,
On her skin, against her.
Her hoarse yells increased,
As the blade sunk in,
The flow of blood appeased,
Midst the famished din.
Each strip of flesh he cut,
Brought peace to his turmoil,
Silent sobs soothed his hurt,
Red rivers rewarded his toil.
Her lurching body stilled,
And tears mingled with red,
Her pain ebbed as it killed,
Tortured on a ruby death-bed.
The gory remains of her back,
Lay rest to his fixation,
His past buried in the black,
Once more, in elation.
He unbound the carcass,
One last thing left to do,
To forget the persistent past,
And obtain his due.
He ripped out her hair,
And gouged out her eyes,
No more brown hair,
No more blue eyes.