I feel so unsuperior writing this...
my talents must have slipped dramatically, or my mind has grown less morbid...
sigh...

but however...
this is what sitting alone in my darkened house creates.
enjoy:





Laying here watching the candlelight dance to the symphony of Beethoven,
With each flicker of light in perfect unison with the instruments,
I give but a look at the unlocked door knob and think to myself,
What a coincidence it should be if one would burst through.
Like a scene from a Horror film.
I, caught by utter surprise,
Fearing the intrusion, knowing the outcome of rape and pillage.
Quiet as a mouse on a summer’s eve,
I crawl to the bedroom, pick up the cutlass, and sneak into the closet.
Oh but what good would it do, hiding in a closet with no door,
However, I play it in my mind;
The intruder, slightly embarrassed to find no one awaiting them in the now broken room,
Cautiously walking about into the room I silently occupy.
The footsteps of the intruder, muffled by the carpet, as they slowly walk by the closet wall.
Standing in place, looking about for a soul they know is there.
One step.
Two step.
Three step.
Muffled breath.
Loud beating heart.
Four ste-
Slice!
A scream of pain.
An angry turn and lash.
Another attempt to strike.
The battle has begun.
Each warrior fighting endlessly, brutally, passionately.
One for greed and death, the other for hope and life.
Silver flashes dance across the reflected light of candles.
Angry hands reaching out to stop them.
One step.
Two step.
Three step.
Slice, jab, cut, and want to kill.
One step.
Two step.
Lunge, grasp, choke.
I can feel the breath leave my body, and the look of death as life escapes beside.
Feet lifted off the floor, stained greedy teeth grinning back into my dulling face.
A slam against the wall and pants fall.
Legs kick and a grip tighten.
Thinking the only way to live is to cut the head; lifting my weapon, praying to thy godless self,
Rise savior of life! Rise savior of hope! Save thee from thy horror!
But the feign is smart, and the only chance of salvation is pinned beside thy levitating body.
No neighbor would hear my cries.
I know this.
They know this.
All seems hopeless
But the sound of Beethoven creeps louder still,
And the parade of flames reminds me of where I lie.