I Have None By: Colleen Ross
Remorse? I have none.
No remorse for all the lives I have taken,
nor for the screams that make me giggle
until I'm blue and teary eyed.
There must have been a time,
When I felt a deep dysphoria for the dead.
And when I wasn't the one
Stimulating them to be that way.
But I seldom remember such a time.
My soul having been tainted
Since the moment I'd killed my best friend
With a rusty hand saw I'd found outside
He'd struggled, kicked and swatted at me
And tried to break freed of my hold.
But it was all unavailing
For adrenaline spiked my blood
Making my grip that of a superhuman.
Once I'd finished-I laughed
A deep, monstrous, belly aching laugh.
And dropped his cold, bloodied corpse
onto the rotted leaves beneath my shoed feet.
I never got caught.
But my blood lust was not yet satisfied
I wanted more-more discord and fear,
more blood and raw screams.
I wanted more power.
Because I have none,
At least-not as my normal self.
As that person I am weak, and often looked over.
That is, until I decide I need a fix
And rip someone into meaty shreds.
You might wonder how my heart does not pity
Those who I've torn apart and tossed aside?
I'll give you the answer.
I. Have. None.
When I drink the blood
and live in the screams'
I AM GOD!
I need no heart!
I need no friends!
I have no remorse!
And here it may be true
That perhaps drugs would be a substitute.
But it wouldn't bring forth a high
Like killing my prom date had.
She'd screamed and cried,
begging for me to stop.
This made me chuckle,
So I cut up her pretty face.
Licking up the blood as she fell silent
And I took her deplorable life.
So maybe I am crazy!
But as for my thoughts on caring?
Ha! I have none.