As The End Draws Nigh...
We are opposites—
a strangely dual mixture
of shadowed radiance.
We are both fighters, you and I
the difference lies only
in our manner of attack.
You are illuminated—a child of the lightning
futilely making half-aimed strikes against the darkness
Screaming your half-understood truths
directly into the ears of the uncaring.
You reveal
a willing recklessness to sacrifice.
You are indeed the child
of the truth you have sought for so long.
And I—I am hidden.
I am your secret counterpart, moving within the shadows
the darker instincts of your soul
made manifest—
made flesh—
A realization of the deeds you dare not attempt.
I provide fuel for the fires of your hatred
for the fires of your determination.
Secrets half-whispered to you
through lips that crave your taste
will, eventually, become
the watch-fires that consume the darkness that is my refuge.
And soon,
as the flames of revalation sweep inexorably towards me
I shall stand revealed
all parts of me, missing and scarred alike
before your eyes.
Will you then finally comprehend our similarity—
or will you look me in the eyes uncaring
as you pull the trigger...
Pain
Green eyes
as hard and as brittle as diamonds
I read in them
a dangerous reflection of pain
something frayed at the edges
held together by a thin veneer of self-control
Haunted eyes
memories lurking just beneath the surface
like the sorrowful, wailing spirits
of half-remembered ghosts.
What lies in the shadows of a soul destroyed?
What dangerous coldness—
what death waits for the hunted?
As you look through eyes
too blind to see
and watch the world shatter under their hands—
what can you do?
what desperate measures?
As you hurl your broken body
into the light
revealing scars from unimaginable pain
it is discovered.
and I weep
that I never saw it before.
You're looking at me...
You're looking at me again
that hard, green-eyed stare
that holds all of my
unasked
unanswerable questions
within its jade depths
Your cold demeanor
barely wavers
as your lips impart secrets
I would have given my soul for.
What did you give—
and why are you telling me?
It seems to me
that I can see my death in your eyes
but is it, perhaps, merely a reflection
of my own bitterness?
Your hand is so steady, holding that cold black pistol
and the frost in your voice
chills my soul.
But still, I hear a faintly redeeming warmth
that whispers along the edges of your syllables
the electricity between us
that you can not deny.
For all your deadly beauty
your one-armed, serpentine grace,
the swiftness of your death-dealing blows
for all of that
I can find the cracks in your armor
the hidden weaknesses of your human vulnerability
can turn your cold to heat
your ice to fire
and your anger to need—to lust.
For, despite all the threats, the curses, the heavy-handed blows
I know I possess you, body and soul...
and to think it all started with a kiss.
Untitled
We are opposites—
a strangely dual mixture
of shadowed radiance.
We are both fighters, you and I
the difference lies only
in our manner of attack.
You are illuminated—a child of the lightning
futilely making half-aimed strikes against the darkness
screaming your half-understood truths
directly into the ears of the uncaring.
You reveal
a willing recklessness to sacrifice.
You are indeed the child
of the truth you have sought for so long.
And I—I am hidden.
I am your secret counterpart, moving within the shadows
the darker instincts of your soul
made manifest—
made flesh—
A realization of the deeds you dare not attempt.
I provide fuel for the fires of your hatred
for the fires of your determination.
Secrets half-whispered to you
through lips that crave your taste
will, eventually, become
the watch-fires that consume the darkness that is my refuge.
And
as the flames of revalation sweep inexorably towards me
I shall stand revealed
all parts of me, missing and scarred alike
before your eyes.
Will you then finally comprehend our similarity—
or will you look me in the eyes uncaring
as you pull the trigger
Untitled II
You're looking at me again
that hard, green-eyed stare
that holds all of my
unasked
unanswerable questions
within its jade depths
Your cold demeanor
barely wavers
as your lips impart secrets
I would have given my soul for.
What did you give—
and why are you telling me?
It seems to me
that I can see my death in your eyes
but is it, perhaps, merely a reflection
of my own bitterness?
Your hand is so steady, holding the cold black pistol
and the frost in your voice
chills my soul.
But still, I hear a faintly redeeming warmth
that whispers along the edges of your syllables
the electricity between us
that you can not deny.
For all your deadly beauty
your one-armed, serpentine grace,
the swiftness of your death-dealing blows
for all of that
I can find the cracks in your armor
the hidden weaknesses of your human vulnerability
can turn your cold to heat
your ice to fire
and your anger to need—to lust.
For, despite all the threats, the curses, the heavy-handed blows
I know I possess you, body and soul...
and to think it all started with a kiss.
Untitled III
You are silent
the corners of your
perfect
—bleeding—
mouth
twisted into a bitter smile
a thin stream of red flowing gently
from one corner
of your lips.
Head turned away from me
green eyes downcast
my fist still aches from the impact
that it made against your mouth
and your teeth striking my knuckle
have opened a small wound that
bleeds
minutely, and stings.
It is one of the few physical injuries
you have
ever
dealt me.
I am full of rage—but also—
curiosity.
For I know that
if you chose
you could kill me easily.
You are, after all,
well-trained
in the art of ending a life.
But still
despite the abuse
the hatred
the inumerable blows
you don't hit back
merely
you say
'don't touch me'
as though the words themselves
will shield you from my fists.
Untitled IV
And I say,
"god-damn you
you lying traitor,
Judas-rat-bastard"
and I hit you
kick you
curse you
turn you over to Skinner
who, with the command
to "think warm thoughts"
leaves you to die
at the hands of an enemy
whose voice
is as cold
as the Russian winter
into which I drag you
from whence you return maimed
crippled
no longer whole.
But you endure
and you kiss me
and you tell me not to give up
because the world needs me.
Kiss me again.
19:25 03/04/01
