An Assassin's Lament


Love poems are always stuffed

Full of "Bloody" Romantic Melodrama

That is so nauseating

To the extent where the erotic touch wanes

Whereupon the romance suddenly

Transforms into something wretched-

Utter Vermin

How do I love? 

With this murderous streak thundering through my mind

Its an uncontrollable desire that overtakes

And asserts its indomitable will

Murder satiates

Its my gory output 

That has no sensual overtones

Though, that same tingle of warmth

Coils around my nerves

When I hear that pained groan

Attempting to escape their body's

Ultimate submission into death-

That scream:-

-Oh, that woeful, plaintive scream-

It sounds like my cold spirit 

Solemnly singing its sonorous song

Sometimes tears tear through the eye's protective barrier

It threatens to break my terrifying facade

That wears the face of Macbeth

Whom relished the deaths

Though his spirit ranted and raved:

"Why have I done this?"

His gracious lady wore the indelible mark of his guilt

Red Blood of the despots he killed-

This same paint corrodes my soul

Luscious, red blood covers that 

Unknown essence deep within this material body:

The wretched thing we title the 

Vessel, the cage

Where life inexplicably was entrapped in from birth

As my dead victim,

Lies cradled in my arm
With blood permeating my hands

In the style of Lady Macbeth

I witness the damned sign

Of my Future form

Every-time I cruelly murder a life,

I see my death right before my eyes

Yet escape it all the same

I lament that I can no longer process

This burdensome phenomenon

Oh, the paradox of existence

How can we be living with abundant meaning

Only to sink away into the black waters

Of a Meaningless Demise

I don't care if these people die because

They've vanished

Poof! Their mark upon the world is not permanent

Unless they had profound notoriety

Otherwise, they sink away slowly

To the pulsing rhythm of this dying world 

Which slowly vanishes from the sight of 

No living soul  who would have died

 Before the sun extinguishes its light

If only, I had the spiritual eyes

To discern past this oblivion and 

See something far beyond

The nothingness to find

That something tucked 

Beneath the dreaded veil of death