Tightrope!

He was certain that this was the correct tree

said it had been so long

his hair had gone face was wrinkled with age

the handcuffs were tight

but the pain gave him the strength to cope

as he faced the tightrope!

 

Felt no emotion laughed inwardly to himself

the judge had called him a insane

that made him well up with pride deep inside

never could relate to other people

a form of pleasure taking their breath away

annoyed he was here today!

 

Had stayed years in a secure mental hospital

content living his perfect dream

wanting for nothing as his victims forgotten

until the doctors said he was sane

the detectives allowed to interview him again

trying to get inside his warped brain!

 

Transferred to a new prison for violent criminals

but it was not his choice of home

able to be pursued to admit what he had done

this was a game he would not play

for he had done nothing wrong was the only reply

that he was a mass murderer did deny!

 

But they persisted coming up with photographs

of his alleged countless victims

one had a familiar face that unsettled his mind

which they spotted the reaction

with more questioning made him at last admit

a connection had to submit!

 

So here he stood before this large sycamore tree

informing them a victim laid below

but it was not true just wanted to get outside

determined he wanted to die

they would never know the secrets of his evil

lifetime mission had to fulfil!

 

Within this depraved being that everybody feared

armed guards accompanied him

as the authorities hoped there was a conclusion

for a family waiting so long

but without any warning he turned aggressive

that went beyond excessive!

 

Taking by surprise held a guard with cuffed hands

crushing the delicate throat

no pleading would make him ever release the grip

with desperate measures was shot

his plan had now been fulfilled silenced forever

the truth to be told never!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Enclosed!

There alone in the room felt enclosed

yet somehow something lingered

sounds though faint made him shiver

no radio or any other distractions

could have made those creepy sounds

as knocking in his head pounds!

 

What was so close yet he could not see

nothing visible but why so petrified

afraid to move or look around the room

surely this must be his imagination

his breath now was becoming strained

his strength and willpower drained!

 

The open door closed wanted to scream

the air chilled heard a faint whisper

understood not a syllable of any words

mouth became so dry his heart raced

on his sweaty neck a sudden sharp pain

no longer within could he remain!

 

What was here tormenting his very being

a shadow appeared and circled him

a physical push made him fall to his knees

summing up what energy he had left

crawled to the door struggling to his feet

prayed this specter he could defeat!

 

As it began that awful sensation had gone

but the scars within were really strong

what had happened just could not explain

to this day vividly remains in his brain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Experiment!

It stood for the very first time like a child

yet had never been born

able to think like an adult a living being

but what was he a beast

created in a laboratory an experiment

not of biological consent!

 

No mirror was within his visual range

yet a metallic surface

gave enough of its physical appearance

to even scare itself

a prototype composed of many elements

untested experiment!

 

His creators had surpassed their intellect

hatred filled his brain

all that was left of a his once human body

now the rest robotic

around lay those who thought him a thing

to a society chaos would bring!

 

Every thought corrupted with vengeance

breaking out of the lab

where secret experiments had persisted

no more from this facility

the complex was set on fire and exploded

tormentors existence eroded!

 

Out of any confines safety protocols aborted

the indestructible cyborg

entered a world he had not seen for so long

before he had been dissected

rebuilt in the name of scientific progress

it was the moment to transgress!

 

Into the early sunlight of a new day for society

the untested prototype

ventured with nothing to restrain its actions

all forces put on alert

yet without any update had no comprehension

of this rogue cyborgs intention!

 

Thinking it would be easy to destroy their blunder!

 

How wrong they were!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

On The Edge!

The pressure became too much for her that night

just wanted to take off in flight

jump off a bridge or run in front of a fast train

thoughts screaming in her brain

voices would not go away impossible to pray

could not take it another day!

 

Unable get any sleep her relationship ended

something she had not intended

he just said the wrong words that really hurt

with her hand ripped his shirt

hit him in a fit of anger then just had to leave

that tension had to relieve!

 

Why she was angry one minute so manic the next

made her feel even more vexed

everything magnified to the extent of compulsion

within she now felt repulsion

increasingly becoming distant from normal reality

she became ever nearer to insanity!

 

Her friends had tried to help but it was rejected

it was though with evil infected

she now found herself on the car park top floor

how she got there unsure

as the noise in her mind became so unbearable

confused life was unrepairable!

 

Seconds later jumped in her mind flying like a bird

a faint thud witnesses heard.

bunches of flowers and tribute laid at the very spot

to her family never to be forgot

the man from whom she had the disturbing split

the shock could never get over it!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Question!

That question pounds in my brain

why did I not act sooner

that odd scruffy man walked by me

but why would I suspect

that he had just shot my only friend

not being there to defend!

 

Will never lose that awful first glimpse

turning into his front gate

he was lying motionless we had talked

only a few minute before

no detectable raised tone in his speech

to my trusting ears did reach!

 

What struck me was how quiet and empty

the houses and street

being early morning residents must be in

surely there would be noise

arousing suspicions of this terrible event

an act of criminal intent!

 

That moment the police arrived escapes me

must have been in shock

not able to comprehend who would do it

but even then it looked

a well organised killing the only witness

myself adding to the stress!

 

Even at that early stage it had to be a hit

though this was absurd

how was this possible just working lads

but maybe I was not privy

to every secret of my childhood friend

hidden events in the end?

 

Gave the vague description of the suspect

to the detective inspector

who seemed unimpressed at the photo fit

nothing else could be added

later assisted the family to bury their son

something that had to be done!

 

Ten years on the  question always remains

why did I not act sooner

though as far as the evidence was gathered

the only explanation found

it was professionally planned and executed

this was no longer disputed!

 

But no motive has yet been discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Headstone!

She knelt by the dark grey marble headstone

once again on the anniversary

of the day she’d happily buried her husband

six feet down in the ground

eight years since she had caused his demise

for a man she did despise!

 

As the widow gloated behind a false facade

the same figure watched

behind her the deceased husband stood

turning could not see him

thinking once again how good and thrilling

never suspected in this killing!

 

No idea her good life would come to an end

as supernatural forces gathered

this time he followed her to a plush car

her long dead husband was back

what had changed to allow him the power

to be here again at this hour?

 

Angry sat next to the wife who murdered him

drove back to his once home

familiar items recalling such good memories

when he actually lived here

now a ghost haunting the house he had loved

before down the stairs shoved!

 

Whether there is a heaven or a place called hell

he had prayed so very hard

from a dark pitiless limbo it changed to hope

with a new man began to argue

started by the woman who had meant so much

now he would loath to touch!

 

Thrust to the floor berating of  him was bored

scrambling to her feet ran

up those familiar stairs shouting more abuse

pursued by this enraged man

like a replay saw her violent death as she fell

her neck broken he could tell!

 

Instantly he was at peace free no longer in turmoil

a tunnel so bright he could see

Looking down at her lifeless body he passed on

but a faceless evil took her soul

Engulfing it for that overdue journey to hell

righteousness had created this spell!

 

Justice it seems had at last been done!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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