bloodshed
to see you tremble before me
satisfies a lifelong urge
to dominate
to annihilate
to stand above a sea of corpses
surveying the vanquished dead
to be the one whos impulses dictate
who should be followed
and who is led
recoiling from humiliation
and the transference of condescension
deepens an abyss which beckons and with a life of its own
could absorb us at any time
do I dare to feel and soothe the wounds created
on this search for absolution
or will I cross that distance
that shortest distance
between vulnerability and aggression
bloodshed
for as I tremble before you
smothered by a shadow of a human as god
I quench your thirst for vehemence with my blood
we write history in skin and stone
on pages carved of steel and bone
and from my veins the ink which flows
archives a subplot of revenge
intolerance: the noose that chokes these final words from my throat
"i'll make sure that I'll never be a victim"
scars burn
the eyes of strangers reveal a surface of despair
reflecting skinned knees
and desperate pleas
amid hopes for clemency as we become the enemy
you see me trembling
I soothe my soul by breaking yours
you create evil where none existed before
i made you feel less than you are
you ignore me
I always expect a different outcome
we are unable to fathom
that in our shared terror is the true redemption
to deny you
to absorb you
to embrace you
to destroy you
