"This Is It, Folks"

I try to convince people that we are in
Hell
That life is merely death at its best.

No one is asked whether they wish
To be born. Everyone is asked to die.
Life is comprised of the noisy silence
One makes of it.

And I’ve got Satan in my back pocket
Waiting for you….

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"torture technique"

i’m saving the bloody towels
as souvenirs,
the bathtub is sweating
bloody rivulets over
its stained carcass,
my sink casts a dark
light over the spreading
red oily spots on the floor
the knife in my hand
casts a gloriously
mean reflection in the
spattered mirror
my limbs are
leaking heavy fluids
a
bullet would be faster
but
a knife will do
just fine