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Loving you was like seeing absent color,
the unforgiving grays of a poet's December,
waking from a nightmare to a sky devoid of
stars and the moon sunk in the ocean.

The moment I laid eyes on you was the epoch
of my detachment…the collapse of all serenity.

You told me that your parents were dead and buried-
But sometimes they called your name from the wine cellar.
I begged you to haunt me when the lights were off;
"Ghosts won't bother other ghosts." I said

You went to the other side of the room and stared
at a fly dying on the  windowsill.  When the creature finally
stopped moving, you looked at me with empty eyes and said;
"They only talk to me during the day. Can't you hear them moaning?"

It was then that I knew you were something I could not save.

In our shower scene, I patiently waited for you behind the
curtain. I chose not to feel your blade slide under
my ribs, over and over again.

I knew it wasn't just blood that covered the ceramic floor.
It wasn't just blood that stained your shaking hands.  
It wasn't just blood that circled endlessly down the drain.
What flowed from those wounds was my only release from
your sanitarium…an offering  to the versicolor gods.

And when I replay your psychosis in my head,
that crimson knife is the only thing with color.
I took some inspiration from Psycho, which we are watching in one of my classes. The title is a quote from my prof. He said it in such a blunt, matter of fact way that I needed to use it. Such a comically simple way to describe a psychotic killer. Anyways I hope you like the poem because I kind of do. feel free to comment.
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darkallegiance666 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2014
I just reread this poem again and man, is it good or is it good!!! It's brilliant. I'm missing your non-sentimentality & acidity/cynicism that is often touched with a hint of bitter nostalgia & wistful hope (sounds kind of pretentiously critiquey & wordy, but I mean it). I really hope that you start either publishing or uploading poetry regularly again.
autumnlit Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013
:blackrose: Your lovely poetry has been featured here:
Anovoca Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2013   Writer
Featured: :la:
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TheEmptyChest Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013
When I saw the title I was like, "You don't say." But then I read the poem and was stunned. Wow, just wow.
RussianTim Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you very much :)
TheEmptyChest Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013
You're very welcome. :D
Sinnomangirl Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I like this a lot, the visuals are terrifying. I have a fear of closed shower curtains though that may have made this more frightening.
randomlyinspired-21 Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Writer
I had this scary shiver down my spine-but despite that this poem's lovely!

Loving you was like seeing absent color,
the unforgiving grays of a poet's December,
waking from a nightmare to a sky devoid of
stars and the moon sunk in the ocean.
(This has a teeny tiny bit of a rhyme to it, probably because I read it too fast, but that's one of the reasons why I like it.)

The first stanza really drew me in, and the suspense came with each passing stanza-like a horror movie with a serial killer after taking a shower and removing the curtain.

:love: this piece!
pomohippie7 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012   Writer
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