The sun. Harsh and cruel it shone through my window, magnified.
It awakened me to your betrayal.
Yes a betrayal! You ate them up, one by one, little white pills popped into your quivering mouth.
Did you crunch down? Did you taste the bitter chemical?
Or did you drown them out with sorrows and little reassurances?
I found you, slumped and dozy in your chair. An aged king, too old to carry the crown.
I observed with a ravens eye, the damage done.
I transformed there and then. No longer a boy of fourteen.
I was now a grotesque monster,sighing and sobbing.
Mourning the sleeping king.
I placed an ear to your chest and faintly I could hear.
Your soft hum, a heartbeat.
She wept and wailed for her Judas man.
She cried for her spoilt children.
I lay nearby, holding the remains.
I watched her, your youngest victim.
She sat on your lap and held your hand, whispering to you.
Beauty waking the beast.
Your hands were like sand, slipping through her fingers.
As she played with her drugged up doll.
I will never forget that day, when you stole my youth away.
I never even knew I had it, till I found its corpse.
Sitting smugly in that armchair.
