Echoes of Obsession

Solitary and predatory,

he waits and watches,

echoes of obsession,

devouring murmurs

rolling out nightmares.

Lost in a whirlpool

of hungry whores,

a bloody thirst,

unconscious forces,

ginger light

of full moon.

He can’t be sated

lacking conscience,

blank page emotions,

feigned smiles,

void within,

his psyche

casting eerie shadows

of blood curdling terror -

nothing behind

vacant black eyes.

Bloody mud puddles

mark his trail

as he watches

them floating

by his stare.

He thrives

in a bowl

of empty

as he rips

and shreds

and shatters

fleshy pieces,

leaving thorns

as he bears

no shame,

abandoning prey

to eternal sleep –

addicted to

crimson beauty on

white thighs,

a tableau

mirrored by

fading screams.