Building A Devil

The idle moment agonizes me,

Spending time is harder than money.

Ticking fingers on the table and

Looking at the clock on the wall

Been only a minute to pass by.

What is next? What is next?

A blade in my hand and

Blood on the floor.

Whose can it be?

No. Not mine.

I will walk over,

No one shall ever know.

I go. I went. Mind seeks home.

Down the hall, up the stairs.

I looked in the mirror.

Stain of blood and stench of evil,

But there was no misery in the eyes.

Were they mine?

Blood-stained design

All over the wall.

I laughed out loud,

I fell on the floor.

Watching the ceiling,

I was raised up to my feet.

Stripping off the remains,

Shame, guilt and fear had unwrapped before.

Under the shower, in cold

A tingling feeling held me close

I let off my sanity go.

I could meet eyes with my Maker.

He shall fear my courage now.

I walk in the room and

Hold that blade. A look at the clock.

It was the time again.

Anger resided and revenge sought me.

A merciless play I enjoyed.

Bloody floor beneath me.

Guilt-free smile on my face.

Licking the blood off the blade,

An unnatural high I receive.

Moving to the home of my deceivers.

Becoming the Devil what you wanted

I, now, stand here over your body.