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The Beast Inside...
The beast inside…
© 2017 SachikoMochiko " Sachi Ruaya
What’s worse than killing someone? Leaving them suffering alive. Now, whether or not they suffer is up to them…
Cracks…that’s how the light comes in.
You found that someone,
Who you deem; is the last piece of you
O’ but that one…that other one just "
…
How long will your grip hold?
It’s a dark feeling; jealousy
Where green, grey and black swirls weave your heart
Like steel, poison ivy
As your blood curdles and boils,
your red-laced eyes eyeball
That one who touched your precious
Your precious gem that you admire from afar.
Your precious one, who births a hazy warm chest.
Your precious half…the other fading half of you.
But you refrain from killing
And instead of making arrangements to prey,
You keep that one alive but suffering from your fangs
Your inner beast lurks inside,
already devoured half of you and yourself.
Its true form will not feast unless you do
Your fangs…its fangs bite, drawing thick, oozy blood
Of the one you hold captive in your prison
All for that one precious one, you shed blood
Your bite…your torture…your beast
Is a reflection of the steel, poison ivy
Is a being born from your selfishness…your jealousy
But you continue to feast even when you know
Know that this beast will soon consume your flesh, Bone-clean
Because pleasure will come from ones’ suffering
You are blinded by the beast; your scarlet eyes see no more,
the beauty of your precious gem…
Blurry. Vivid. Pitch-black.
You have lost sight of your intentions,
And your precious gem’s light is no more
Now, you know: You. Are. Devoured.
You sit there on the bottom of the beast’s stomach
Living with the pure darkness of your own
Alone. With your crackling, dry heart -unable to love
After all, you were just blind.
Destined to lurk in darkness.
Emptiness. Your skin slowly peels off from the dry darkness
Slowly…painfully, in this prison, the veil is ripped
Revealing something undeniably powerful
You.
The bleeding wounds of which the skin is peeled
Thus, shunned the lies and unveils the truth
The truth of you embedded inside -within the beast
…
The light suppresses the dry darkness
With your passion, memories, joy and love
You slice through the belly…striving for freedom once more!
Author’s Note:
This is one of the small fragments to ready one of my upcoming masterpiece. I will write more poems like this (having the same motivational force). WORRY is next.
© 2017 SachikoMochiko
Suicide isn't a Thank You - Collaboration Work
Suicide isn't a Thank You
SachikoMochiko & SinisterPotatoe (Jack)
“Jack!” my heart falls into a deep, dark, cold abyss as saltwater crystals rush like a waterfall down my cheeks. He ended it. Officers held me back, refraining me from attending his bloody body…his soul has left.
Three months’ post-Jack’s departure, I scuffle his belongings. The old apartment was dewy and rusty at the same time. My calloused fingertips hover past a dusty paper. Hidden. Hidden behind his mirror. I carefully unfold the dust-magnet flat. A poem:
From the hollow pit of my emotions, I’ve reached the end
The end, that determines my fate…
I’ve reached the end, my only friend
The end, that leaves me bent
=
Around the bend, regards have been sent
The very bend left the very dent
As I fend off the reality…I’m bent
=
O’ since the blood drips to my fingertips
We struggle…I struggle
I know it’s hard, we’ve come so far, but everything will eventually be over
Like a story…all stories end, eh?
So, I’ll be the one to end it
=
What goes up must come down…it’s the law
But the law isn’t any determinant…
We protect the law, right?
==
Shhh…
--
Before my empty shell is found dead
Before my empty shell, where my soul left, morphs back to the Earth…where I belong
I promise not to frown
If you’re still in town, I beg you visit my grave,
but I’m sorry my sadness wasn’t a faze
And if your soul is more than grazed by my departure
Know that through all the torture and the pain,
Through all the blood, the tears and the wails…
you were the one who kept me sane
==
Surely, this is an excuse
Well, my only friend…
I am mistaken, I am not bent
I am not dented
But I am broken…unable to function anymore,
in this beautifully rotten world
=
Sunshine or rain, I beg you to refrain from crying,
because at least, I am healed through death
I’m biding my holy time, with every new rhyme it’s a struggle. I can’t smuggle happiness back into my life…
It’s against the law…the laws that I wrote inside my young, naïve mind
The very laws that kept me in this cage
With all this baggage and luggage, I act like I’m at peace
At heart, I’m being weighed down by myself
I pound at the barrier between me and others, my prison,
I’m chained and bound, pulled down, buried in the mud, I was forgotten
But I’ve risen above it
I love it, life, and every knife in the back has brought me a crack in the wall,
however small, someday I’ll break free
I’ve brought forth emotions that have sought to honor the ones who never run from my side
I don’t abide by reasons to cry unless they are tears of joy or a new way to get stronger
When I rot, when my body is nothing but issue
a goner north of my goals, dead in my hole at least I’ll know my soul was honorable
And if your sad, don’t be
I know you think suicide isn’t a thank you, but it’s a sign of escape
Escape from this prison that binds me…
Twists me…
Bends me…
Breaks me…
Have faith, my honors always been a stake, don’t worry, fake words, tongues that lie will eventually break
===
After all, what goes up must come down
And when that happens you will no longer frown, stick around and keep your mouth shut until you have the right to speak
Because suicide may kill me, and weak freaks are fodder for lies, and propaganda flies its flag until the target dies, but words won’t kill the truth
And even though I’ll never know it, you will, write the story, and don’t worry about me
I’m already free
-Jack
Once again, saltwater crystals flow down my cheeks. By not like a harsh waterfall, but like little fairy steps, tickling down my sullen flesh.
“May your soul be free”
This is an extended version of SinisterPotatoes (Jack) original poem Suicide isn't a Thank You. See it here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/SinisterPotatoe/1972625/
Hope you like it! (especially you sir, SinisterPotatoe (Jack))