Turned to Black

I sat,
a study in blessed loneliness.

When the perverse desire
for vengeance entered my heart.

With no earthly power,
to tack my anguish onto you,
I looked to conjure into being,
6 unholy companions,
6 days in bondage they would remain,
6 deeds to manifest on my whim,
they would be my nightmares,
made tangible.

Two,
would take from your sight,
all the color and light,
leaving only grays and the
holy color black,
making every hour
night-like.
In turn for every hour,
I spent in deathlike stillness.

Two,
would numb your hands,
as did the freezing wind,
I walked in,
on the forsaken prairie
when the home we made,
became a poison trap.

Two,
would steal your voice,
stilling hypocritical hymns,
sung to the same god,
that ignored my prayers for
mercy & whom
I have since come to ignore.

They would bring me,
tales of your suffering,
to fill me with dark satisfaction.

18 hours,
I would get,
to fill the hole left,
with your fear,
your tears of pain,
the frozen torture
of mind crushing desperation,
this would be my purchase.

The time was fleeting,
the surge of stolen spirit,
left me as a husk of corn,
when it left as wisps
of smoke, drifting
to the heavens.

The unholy host,
returned for their due,
which I readily surrendered:

Two,
speared my brain,
cackling as they stilled,
the instrument of my sin,
& then burrowed back into the Earth.

Two,
snapped my spine,
with super-human blows,
the electric shock,
was the last thing I felt,
as I fell on my face.

Two,
then stopped my heart,
releasing the battered
spirit, a hollow
yield to escort,
into the Kingdom
of Hell.

What a bargain,
would do it again
in a second,
18 hours of revenge,
for an eternity in hell,
goddamn right,
I'll take that,
any day.