Remorseless
Remorseless, unfeeling, indifferent towards the emotions of others
Nevermore did I feel compassion.
As Lady Macbeth prayed for Evil to possess her,
Evil already possessed me.
Hurt… compelled me to do so… Anger … then Revenge.
Waiting patiently, and then opportunity struck
Coaxing me to do the evil deed,
To murder a boy’s spirit as he had mine.
With the ‘other’ present I did what I wanted to do,
To state the truth he had forgotten;
The Evil Truth seeping out his subconscious
Hoarse with desperation
I answered the call,
Lifting the cloud of uncertainty
Calm collected was I;
Haven and Hearth, blood boiling in the hell I created
Burning flesh and bone to ash
Equipped with a Mask of Innocence.
I, the puppet master, containing the storm in their hearts
With my claws,
Toying with their heart strings.
Calculating,
Cutting each one at the right moment,
Unfeeling, uncaring of their tears
Bathing me in success,
Triumph, satisfaction
Allowing their sadness to wash over
The shores of teenage infatuation
I watched,
Watched them drown in
Their own tears
The deed is done, my heart a fiery hearth, melting;
Yet there is uncertainty…
Why did I do it?
What was there to gain from their hurt?
I feel nothing, yet
Knowing he who is housed in a Putrid Palace of Potions,
attended by men in white and blue
Even as he attempted to end it all,
In sweet bliss of eternal rest
I feel nothing,
I see nothing
I hear nothing
Nothing...
Nothing...
I am full of joy
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