Jaiided

Jaide Bateman
H. Eng. 11 5-1
May 6/09

Judging Jack

“[Jack] was sitting there, naked to the waist, his face blocked out in white and red. The tribe lay in a semicircle before him. The …

I look down to see the corpses gowned in rags, bearing their blood-stained teeth, groaning in pleasure of a fleshy meal, and a heart! Oh, the delicious pulsing heart ripping through their teeth

At every turn a family’s crying
Wives hurt and love is dying.

The fare gripped by a sweaty palm;
The wages held by the crave of the drink.

I fight for not one that I know
Each time is a man of his own.

Normal lives lie in my right,
Families in my left.

A blueprint of earth reflected in the sky;
The spirit keeps living.

Tears of the poverty the clouds have seen
Are collected and released, happiness shunned.
For the time, the world breaks down

The nymphs of winter dance and the sun laughs.
What a kind old one, the sun,
Ability to destroy these nymphs in a wave,
But allows their gay rituals.

"Oh but you know my motive well,
Follow me, follow me,
Follow me to hell."

Each to their own, their minds may think,
But in their neck, I am the kink.

But when they say God works in myterious ways,
They mean me.

Grant us with the will of sclerosis,
Dead on the floor induced by narcosis.

Rage lived behind every glare
Enchained by depression within the mind.
A blighted being, some may say.
All routine came to unwind.

One must murder:
One must be victim.

A bullet shoots from your heart to mouth
And pierce my mind with force.

You always take the best of me,
Your words destroy the rest of me,
What do you expect of me?

Every livid night
i watch you throw yourself away.
Keeping clear of the path of destruction,
But failing with dismay.

Your silhouette haunts my mind,
My dreams,
I worry.

You ruthlessly tear my chest open
To reveal a heart beating rapidly.