A Part Of Me

A sociopath's diary

The rumble of restless relics
Torment me in unison,
That same staccato rhythm
Reverberating in my room
In the middle of the night

A fresh pair of eerie eyes,
Lie still in the corner
Looking like an oil spill
Over an ominous ocean
Pointlessly existing like the rest

I had cut open your eyes
Till they bled rivers of red
Your body shook with pangs of pain,
Very much alive to the world
But you are dead to me

You love being the afflicted
Down on your knees,
You begged me to free you
From your miserable little life
And I obliged
Because you were too afraid
To see what lies
In the unexplicably ceaseless vessel
That I am

You then walked away slowly
And I laughed like a maniac
Because you thought hurting you
Would hurt me too

You couldn't see me before
For what I am
And you can't see me now either
Some things never change...