I Saw it,
Carwling up the leg of my bed
It slinked towards my head.
I couldn't move
Fear gripping my throat
As it began to burrow
Through my skin;
Through my skull;
Deep into my brain.
Violence engulfed me
And I began to rage
The blind killing fury
Drove me insane.
I began to strike out;
Fierce blows at anything,
Everything that encountered.
There are holes in the walls now,
My bed a mass of wood, cloth and metal;
My furniture, indistinguishable;
Everything I own, ripped apart.
I look around me and my fury explodes again,
I rage outside with a knife and gun;
My vision blurred, my mind reeling.
The first man I see
Gets and angry slug in the face,
Instantly anonymous.
The second man's flesh
Envelopes my blade;
Twelve inches of titanium
Between his ribs,
Through his stunned heart,
The blade twists through his spine.
The blade controlling my hand,
The gun guiding its own sights,
Victim after victim,
My rampage of hate continues
Until the destruction is drained.
Returning home, my vision clears
And I see the corpses
Like a trail of bread crumbs
Leading me home.
I pass bloody carcases,
Men that I once knew,
Rivers of life
flowing from their veins.
With death as my guide
I make my way home,
Trying not to see
My oldest friend's face
On the head I'd severed.
I step through the frame
that used to be my front door,
The life I'd stolen
Draining my energy.
I colapse onto the exposed springs
Of what was my mattress
Seeking the numbness of sleep
To escape the Hell
I'd brought to Earth.
As I chase the blackness
I feel something move;
My eyes open to see it's returned.
I feel it penetrate my skull
And realize where the rage originates.
Almost paralysed, I search for strength.
My arm extends to the barrel
My toe to the trigger.
As my mind hits the broken remains
That used to be a wall
My anger disappears,
And I find peace in the abyss.
(c) 2002 David T. Renner
