Reclaimed Trophy

Reclaimed Trophy

I found a picture today.
You were in it,
With your head turned
To hide your hideous face.

Funny that now I see you,
Even with your back to me,
And the monster you are
Emits from every pore of your shell.

The number of trophies
You have claimed
Remain limitless in the
Nothingness of your eyes.

If I was the only one,
It was still one too many.
Yet to you, a thousand
Could not be enough.

Your poison still runs through my veins.
For years I have remained
A lonely vagabond,
Afraid of touch and people.

My family welcomed you
Into our home,
Trusted you with my life
And you ruined it.

You tainted me with your
Corrupted mind
And disgusting ways;
Lusting after the innocent.

So thats why you hide.
Why you turn your head
At the snap of a camera.
Coward.

Rage resides in me now.
Quiveringly, I think of how
Even now, you still haunt my every day.
And how only solitude gives me comfort.

Yes, I see you.
Sitting there in your glory.
For all you were
And all you ever will be.

The monster still resides in you.
And now one resides in me.
How I long to see you
Just one more time.

I'd sink my nails into those eyes
That once ran over my body
Like the fire that will one day
Burn your soul, in hell.

I'd rip each finger
Slowly from your hand
For every time you
Touched me.

I'd cut your dick off
With a butter knife,
And laugh while I choked you with it,
The one thing that makes you a man.

I'd sit there and stare,
Through your entity to show you
That I'm not afraid anymore.
I'm not afraid anymore.