Cose Sparse

Jigsaw

Well I guess,
it's not all over now -
au contraire,
all about to begin.
I sit here,
in this chamber of white;
my head's buzzing,
throbbing,
I don't remember why -
oh, that's right:
that was my pay
for murdering, torturing;
and betraying a friend.
A fuckin' million shards of glass
right in my face,
bet you don't know a thing about loss, do you?,
so please, let me explain:
I used to be Adonis -
now, a wasteland of scars;
and even my reflection laughs,
what a shame!,
I wish that mirror lied.
And oh,
the pain: it haunts me
still now;
and I can't sleep at night,
alas,
for the dream of His face
keeps me up.
How could this happen
to me;
what am I, now?
Still Billy?, no;
a monster?
A bad-stitched mutt?
I can't breathe, can't feel
except for rage:
I want Him
to suffer,
to bleed,
like a rat in a cage.
Can you please, just see
I'm not the villain, here?
I'm the fuckin', fucked up
victim, just like you -
see?
Oh, so much I wish
I could get Him in my hands,
and turn Him into
a damn bloody mess.

You bastards, I'm not
out of the game.