the beekeeper.

zack ii

i thought you'd finally vanished,
but really it was all a trap.
you were building up my hopes and wishes that i would never see you again,
waiting so i would develop a false sense of security.

you always were a smart one.

you and dan and johnny are all smart sins.

i wish you weren't intelligent, though.
black and white like the killer whale you are,
you like to play with your food
because fear makes them taste better,
right?
you terrify me in every sense.
i've tried everything i can to make you appear less frightening:
told myself you aren't real,
you're not there,
i even gave you a damn name so the fear of the unknown wouldn't tag along with everything else,
and you still terrify me.
you even like to scare your own kind.

i knew you didn't like juliette or saul,
but you never laid a hand on them like you did cody.
cody never did anything to you,
why did you have to kill him?
isn't torturing me enough?
you had to bring him into this?

of course you did,
because if i began to find comfort in shadows,
you wouldn't be so scary anymore
and we wouldn't want that,
would we?

you know exactly what gets me.
you're not even waiting until night anymore,
you attack in the middle of the day.
that's bloodcurdling.
light is supposed to kill all things bad, so you decided to break the only thing that eased my worry,
but you still haven't stopped the night attacks.
i drown myself in artificial sleep tablets,
trying to make myself go to bed early because I know when it hits 11, 12,
you come out of the dark and crawl along the walls,
the floor,
the door,
even the couch.

that's just at my mom's!
oh what fun we have at my father's!
tapping on my window until i peel back the blinds only to see your face
knocking things over in the room next to mine even though i know no animal could get in there.
whispering in the dark,
crawling on my desk.

you're a professional at your job,
but nobody fucking hired you.

you're a sadistic bastard who won't allow me to have any peace.
not until i'm dead.