Haunted

Footsteps
resonate
around an apparently
empty room;
charcoal, malencholic
and bare in disposition.

In the centre
a table gleams
and reeks of metal
piss and blood
and other things
of rancid nature.
Disgust hangs in the air.

The footsteps cease;
a corner holds the form
as it draws and tokes
unseen
upon sweet cigarello.

Upon the table
a young man lies.
Shivering,
whimpering,
fastened to icy surface
blind to all surroundings.

The other form puffs away;
pensive, unreadable
shrouded in shadow still.

Footsteps pick up once more.
The body twitches,
fear seeping from his pores.
If he could see
the smoking face
a grin and eyes
gleefully distatful
casually sauntering
towards his fickle form.

If we stop here
and penetrate the thoughts
of stealthy foe.
We find in mind a sad, sad time...
The young boy
no longer on the table.

Fifteen in the memory
smooth skin bared for all the world.
Out yonder window breaks
a face
whom he had grown to love.
A young lover
who's heart is slowly breaking.

The boy atop a form of flesh
as bare and bronze
but softer: a woman.
A real woman, not this stupid girl
who cries in pain.
A scene she cannot watch unfolds.
Seduction, lust and whorishness...
the woman paid her due.
The boy now lies in wait
of his.

Present once more:
sad eyes implore
as face appears
unseen for years
before his very
frightened eyes.
Then comprehension dawns.

The face of highschool love
swims before eyes
coming down from heavy
painkillers
and turpentine.

As slowly his sense return
he realises his skin, it burns.
Looking down, as if he could
nothing but red raw skin.

As well, he cannot blink.
He cannot think
back to what
had happened
since last he woke.

Terrified eyes snap all around
as it really settles in:
there is no blinking, there is no skin.
Sightorbs exposed and epidermis -
gone.

A searing pain echoes through
the body, sears from shin to
heart.
The sound has reached all too late;
bubbling, popping
a welding torch blistering
already removed skin.

A tender face before his own
and he remembers who that is:
the girl who lost him
to her mother
and her brother
and her father.

In everyway.

Bile roars from stomach, or else it would.
Another jolt of fear
sharply spearing
through the chest.

Cast iron death
upon each breath.

The figure pulls its last draw
upon the smoke
and promptly extinguishes
it within his eye.

A strangled scream
reverberates
the cold and darkened room.
A light flicks on
above his face
and nothing more
than blinding light
intense and literally
piercing a painfilled skull.

From a birds eye view
only a mangled wreck of corpse
can be assumed.
Muscle all exposed.
Organs hardly less.
The light spreads onto some walls
where jars of skin
and toes and fingers
linger.
Both kidneys, half the liver.
Sections of skull, one hand,
a precious segment of male form
all lie side by side
upon a long thin white table
strewn with
bloodsoaked instruments.

A cough
spluttering,
blood and bile
vomit forth
tremendous volcanic eruption
of pain.

"You took my life.
My family.
You fucked them all
and lit'rally.
I despise you
whom I once loved.
Whos heart you stole,
then ripped and shoved
into a sore and dark abyss
completely unredeemed.
Now I reap retribution
of your agonised screams."

A hunting knife
looms overhead
directly
so he can see
even in the light
with one unseeing eye.
It twinkles appealingly
and all he can do is scream

"You FILTHY MAGGOT!
GUTLESS DISGUSTING FUCK!
NEVER ONCE YOU HAD MY LOVE
TWAS ALWAYS FOR YOUR
PRECIOUS MOTHER!
TURNS OUT YOUR WHOLE FAMILY
CONSISTED OF THE BEST LOVERS
BUT YOU..."

in curiosity
suspended hand and blade awair
pausing
cruelly just in sight.

"YOU WERE NOTHING
AND THATS ALL YOU'LL EVER BE!!!

His final words
before his ribcage is split
wild and ravaging his chest
she stabs and stabs and stabs again
the young girl who had strived in vain
to love.