The Perfection of Your Nightmare

[bean]

Stab me in the heart -

watch the red-black river

ruin your prescious perfection.

Do you care now that I'm dying,

gasping for my last breath,

brain screaming its last thought?

Does it hurt you to know that

you will never speak to me again?

Will you cry when you stare at

my grave,

knowing that maggots

are dining on my flesh?

Twist this knife and

rip it out, as you have done

each year that I've known you.

Watche me die in your nightmare -

It is the perfection of my fantasy.

[the eternal]

Now this is more like it! No more of that lovey new agey stuff

pure suicidal pitying anger

I can feel your pain and rage all the way over here

The poem builds and I feel like you really put a fine point to it, no pun intended, when you say "twist this knife and....

This poem made me smile. I guess it was a little cathartic.