The Blind Perspective
Abused, confused, he traveled bewildered through his growing years
Bruised, accused, he graveled forgiveness through unknowing tears
Fused, misused, amidst the night, darkness slowly consumed his heart
Suffused, confused, he formed fright, as his cries bloomed impart
In stealth, in silence, he unlocks the door, and enters the estate
In health, in violence, he could taste the gore, as his fear began to abate
The helpless sound of the shower, as he planned to murder his ‘soul mate’
As he waits amongst the shadows of a scene, perfected to sedate
The water stops, as she leaves the bathroom, with footsteps irate
She progresses straight to his bait, as she screams with joy, in a happy state
She cries his name, “Dave, Dave!” as his presence she now craves
As she starts searching the household, and waves to an early grave
He hears her slippers, sights her shadow, and prepares to attack
As if a snake that slithers, he pounces upon her as she is taken aback
He’s lost in a trance - *stab stab* - as his conscious turns black
With one last morbid glance, he grabs the axe and finishes with a hack
Panicked, scared, he runs to her room, and begins to set the house alight
Prepared with the match in hand, he stopped, as something caught his sight
His vision pondered to his bed, and he knew why her happiness was causative
There lied a pregnancy test, and the result squandered positive
He realized his objective was, refined infective
With teary eyes, through a black rose he says goodbye
…to his blind perspective
*BANG*
