The Attitude of Horror
A poem
I’ve assaulted the time that wrote my histories and mauled the moments that kept my pathetic records. My days of sorrow should die an awful death and perish like the manner of decay.
I’m the source of a thousand bottled tears and the derelict forged by passions of the street. Now my love has been groomed to die tragically and to say the prayer of long farewells.
The hands of cruelty were sure to have perfected their expertise, so when they struck, I was either found broken, battered or both. I weighed the agonies of the world on the scales of my heart typifying misery itself.
Love was meritorious but found me a reject, and compassion was too noble to attend to a wretch like me. So I lingered as a symbol of desertion and derision, making me curse my very own existence.
My voice pierced the serenity of the night and my appeal reverberated in the corners of darkness. I made impassioned pleas to the heavens, yet it sealed its ears with plugs of wool.
Now I’m bitter with the texture of a disgruntled spirit and I’m out to be a havoc unwritten from the days of a mustard sun. My hands are steel rods that strike with crass negligence, bringing me such unrivalled pleasure.
I saunter among a gruesome carnage of corpses toppled by my hands and dance in a bloodbath of my accomplishments. I tune the nights to silence so wailing screams are all you hear — clear and well-amplified.
My pants are lost in sexual perversions and my victims vomit the colour of repugnance and revolting disgust. I’ve lost the manners for sexual propriety after embracing the foul, base and despicable.
I send my terror to be berserk and kinetic before humans who never gave me a chance in life, and my arrival is always preceded by storms of an apocalypse. I maim with a knife that has promised to be savage — rooted in the culture of blood.
My bloodshot eyes celebrate their crimson stain and mercy is a taboo now I’ve vowed to be subhuman. I’m silent to let my dread speak, and to expand through my notorious hands the attitude of horror.
© Valentine Nnebe 2024
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