Unfinished Letter

Dear _______,

Last night I had a dream that I killed you. And it was so nice, because as I beat your skull with a crowbar, you screamed, and I can't tell you how helpful that was for my shaking hands. I was really nervous about it all, but for some reason while I was breaking your bones the cracking noise made me feel more relaxed. I was even able to whistle while I was ripping out your internal organs, and it only mildly upset me when your spinal fluid spilled all over my new shoes. It was really my mistake for wearing them in the first place. I do want to thank you for taking so long to die, because the companionship made it much easier to go through with. I can't imagine how long it would have taken me to completely dismember your body if you had stopped breathing after I sliced open your stomach. By the way, you might want to check your diet, the insides of your stomach smelled terrible. I mean, besides the acid that lines the inside of it obviously. You bled out of course, it was only a matter of time considering how many arteries I had severed. I wasn't sure what to do with your body so I just propped it up on a stand in my living room. I regretted cutting off your arms, because I soon realized how great of a coat rack you would have been. I guess I figured I'd use the next one for that. Well, anyway, have a great time at your church's youth camp, see you in a week.

Love,

L.E.M.

Alone

One day I was sitting in the center of a field surrounded by everyone in the world. As time passed together the people around me began to leave first millions and then by the hundred-thousands, ten-thousands, thousands, and hundreds. I was soon accompanied by everyone I had ever met and they all said hello at the same time. I waved and watched them begin to fade. Slowly but surely the bodies of first-time acquaintances and people I nodded at in hallways began to dissipate. Soon it was only my friends, friends and friends defined loosely. But even the latter were soon gone, melting into the ground like wax in the summer. My true friends now stood around me. The wind now roared and howled and like corpses in battle they crumbled away.

I lied back in the grass and sighed, as the sun clocked out to make way for the night crew.

I was finally alone.

Peace Until Death, And Death In Peace

Swim to the surface
To the edge of the water
Curse upon you lifted
From darkened depths reborn
Let the blood wash over you
Return to fearless state
Though crippled and frail you remain
Closeness to death is the dawn of life
Forgiven but not forgotten
Sinners kneel at a lifeless altar
May each mark remind you
Of the body's own salvation
The tears in my eyes fall for joy
At every sunrise on your sleep
And every sunset on your smile

שלום עד מוות
מוות לשלום

Find

Find
And lose
Everything
In a motion blurred

Time passed treads a lonely road
To a dark horizon never to be recalled
And forward moves the mind into the light
Where sunspots blind and shadows deceive

Everything forgotten is nothing
Anesthesia eternal
Everything forgotten is nothing
Regret regretting

One with the soil tread
Melting into the sands of existence
Pray for permanence, greeted by temporariness
Every thought breeds
A tear, a smile
A wince of pain
Brow casting shadow across the eye

Everything forgotten is nothing
Anesthesia eternal
Everything forgotten is nothing
Regret regretting

Time passed treads a lonely road
Through plains of flattened emotion to die
Rest weary head upon the stone of it's grave
Mind has forgotten this path and is relieved

Find
And lose
Everything
In the blink of an eye

Everything forgotten is nothing...
Everything forgotten...
Everything...
Nothing

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