final sin
The clock struck midnight.
I stare. He's on the podium, except not to give a speech.
The guillotine's beautiful blade hangs above his head as he speaks a soliloquy I once taught him.
Every word is perfect.
He never managed to do that in lessons.
I give a proud little chuckle as he bows his head.
The crowd is silent as I clap.
Once.
He looks at me incredulously.
This is all my doing, he reminds me with his cold blue gaze, a proud little smirk on the corner of his thin pale lips.
Twice.
It's a punishment for my deeds, not yours. You will be punished, too, though... I raise an eyebrow as the executioner prepares for the much-awaited task. He kisses the air and shouts, "Salut!"
Once I join you in Hell.
Thrice.
I clap a final time, and the blade whooshes down to sever that clever, cruel head of a child from the spoilt and tainted body. I can still feel his skin under my fingers, hear him as he calls out to me.
I smile pleasantly at the woman next to me. "He is finally dead, hm?"
She nods vigorously, fire in her eyes. "He killed my son!"
Your son was a rapist and a murderer.
The man behind me interjects, "He had disrupted all my missions!"
He does your detective job better than you do it, kind sir.
"He stole a cane from my shop!"
It was used to catch a serial killer.
"He brainwashed my children, then let them die!"
He didn't brainwash them, oh no. You did.
I give a chuckle as the murmurs grow louder.
I am the true sinner, but I will never repent.
sky
We walk hand in hand, carrying those childish sweets he loves.
I am taller by almost a foot, but he still walks like he is the lord of this world we try to survive.
"You don't survive life," he tells me with a pout. "You conquer it."
I smile.
"I am guessing, I will conquer it for you, in your name?" I say.
He smirks and kisses me. "Precisely."
the sky at night
fireworks in my stomach and eyes
as the not-so-little head on top of my arm
drags it down like a dead weight
with a smile on his face, mismatched eyes peacefully
closed, glasses that he doesn't need lying on
the dresser along with our clothes
crumpled but neatly folded, like always
gentlemen, every single day
dark hair swept gracefully to the side
by my own slender fingers
little snores resonating in the still air
I gaze down at him and smile because
he is perfect
beyond perfect
all I ever need
a love affair - no, I don’t care
Grabbed my wrist and
Pulled me down the street
A bar was waiting
Perfect place to meet, no?
Two hours ago
In the dark alley
Lights were flashing
Making him and me into “we”
Running while high
On craziness and joy
After trashing someplace
With blood on my face
And exhilaration flying
Through my blue veins
Our misfortune
Left no trace
One hundred words
Can describe the night
But nothing but one
Can describe my life
It’s “high” up in the air
“High” cuz I don’t care
“Higher” to the sky
“High” for the whole night
Higher, higher
Burning brighter
Soon out will
Burn the fire
So we’ve got to
Light it up higher
Higher, higher
Screams the fire
Smoke and ashes
Rises to the sky
Smothering stars
In the night
As we laugh and laugh
And laugh some more
’Cuz all is fair
In love and war
Raise your guns and
Stamp your feet
High up in the valleys
We will meet
In a picnic laid out
On the ice, in the night
With the glorious golden
Sun burning bright
So we met up in the
Cold night air
And downed twenty shots because
I don’t care
Kicked up my feet
And let out a sigh
“I wish my life
Finally went right”
