My Heart
The target I missed came back
Alluding to a second chance.
The flame flickers, and in the distance
A sofa and a table, wine in the glass.
A masculine voice, disembodied, says,
"You are far too late."
My heart pounds, my footsteps echo
In the dark and silent room.
Burning ever sweet, the evil flower of my heart takes control.
All strings attached, that lust grows.
Into something unanticipated.
Desire to kill, desire to destroy, desire to harm.
My blood grows numb
As I hear their screams louder than before.
The desire burns in me, burning in my heart,
No guilt exists.
That pleasure as the blood spurts is unacceptable.
How could I do this?
I finally realise
My suppression failed
The activation lived
I don't know what is wrong or right anymore.
Insanity draws me closer
My heart pounds to the screams and laughter.
What is wrong with me?
I'll never get the chance to know.
Maybe someday I might
Maybe... never.
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