Broken door,
can't get out.
You shut it yourself.
Enjoy
your silence,
live with
your crime.
Dive into guilt
and don't dare deny
what you've done.

See it repeat
in your mind
flash, snap,
again
again.
Shudder
gasp.
Can't make it stop,
can't cut the reel.
Trapped in your seat
eyes wide,
see it all again.

Do you regret it now?
Pain you caused
words you spoke,
life you ended.
I
know
you enjoyed.
Want more
can't get enough,
never enough
of the pleasure
that comes
from destroying
innocence.

Did you think?
Did you wonder?
Did you ask -
Why?

NO.
Just acted,
just did,
gave in
to that
disgusting
unnatural
need.
The want
you couldn't
turn away.

Death from your hands,
no need for a knife
to cut
to slash
to carve
out a heart
that screams
as it bleeds.

See what you've done.
Remains covered ground
left behind
in your wake.
Your step,
touch,
breath,
mind
kills.

Left is nothing
worth saving.
What you wanted
all along.

Someone still lives,
laughs, cries out
in joy.

Not you -
in your cell.
Not me -
watching, loving
your prison.

Yet someone
still
lives.

Someone still lives
and moves on
unaware
of the terror
within and around.

Down in the valley
of bones you
feed off the souls
still alive.
Life essence pure,
fodder for your own
twisted dreams
of smoke
stealing life
from the
masses.

Do you ache,
Do you burn
to feel real,
not hollow
scraped out
as you are?

My rage battles yours,
desperation
obscures -
no clear winner.

I can see your eyes
still wanting
still raping
the future of souls
who've only just
begun
realizing they
exist.

I can see inside your sick mind -
You want to see
corpses -
So do I -
but only
one will suffice
to quench a thrist
you created.

Only one will suffice
to bury the need
within me you placed,
to smother the want
no more pure than your own.

Yet someone still lives.
Pays no heed to our war.
Walks through our
battleground meadow
forever slipping past our grasp.

Yet someone
still
lives.

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I'll leave it up to the reader to decide what the title means.