Of monsters and men

When you stop behaving like a human being and cross over into monster territory, all human rights should be stripped away. At that point you become a lab rat; studied and dissected, until the answer to, “What the fuck is WRONG with people” is found. Unless it simply boils down to some people being borne

CROSS OF CHANGE

She reached with trembling hands In the one direction She knew she shouldn’t Precariously she traveled To the edge of deaths ledge Desperate to feel anything Craving his rejection She raised her arms As if to take flight The ground shook violently Breaking night’s silence She heard the hoof beats Coming hard and fast Over

Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction. It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once. Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves

Empty vessel

He stole away Under the cloak Of darkness Backpack thrown Carelessly Over weary hunched Shoulders Filled with Unsuspecting souls Carelessly collected Over nowhere Miles Casting shadows Of doubt Calling it love Leaving a trail Of broken bits Wherever he goes © jillterry  

Insanity’s Final Adieu

His was a miserable life; wandering the globe pretending to be lost, feigning insanity due to all sorts of abuse; self-inflicted, youthful demons victim, to any and all who showed the slightest inclination of interest. In truth, he knew exactly where he was going, what the cost would be to get there; needing only to

Processing and purging

Hearing the truth The ugly truth Trying hard to process What it really means Was always a bitter pill But somehow easier to swallow At least when there was something A reason on which to blame Delusional Madness Insanity Lunacy An innate inability To deal To cope To live To feel A falsity I now