"The Mirror" - WTF - T

            The morning sun enters the blinds, I slowly my eyes and stretch as I wake up from my morning slumber. I roll over, and see my master still sleeping. I wiggle out from under my blanket, and walk over to him. I see his eyes are still closed despite my paws on his chest. I begin to wag my tail and lick his face to wake him up.

            "Stop, Buckshot! Stop!" he shouts as he pushes me away.

            "It's morning!" I bark. "Time to play!"

            "Five more minutes, you damn mutt," Master replies.            

            I tug at his blanket while growling," No! Now!"

            He kicks the blanket off of him, and rolls out of the bed. I sit down next to him on his pillow, and give his elbow a slight lick while whimpering lightly. He reaches over, and lazily rubs my ears.

            "We'll go out in a few minutes, girl," he says while rubbing my ears.

            He gets off the bed, and disappears behind the door where he keeps his fire hydrant. As he's in there, my ears perk up as I hear a strange scratching noise.

            "Intruder! Intruder!" I bark loudly.

            "Shut up, Buckshot!" Master shouts from behind the door as I hear his hydrant make that weird flush noise. He opens the door and says, "Too early for the barking."

            I smell something in the hydrant room. I rush in and sniff around. I look up at the mirror and see Master in it smiling. However, the smell is completely different. He doesn't smell like rain, but garbage. I put my front paws on the counter and begin growling.

            "Intruder, Master!" I growl at the mirror. "Come quick!"

            Master walks in and grabs my collar. He pulls me away from the mirror while telling me sternly," Quit the barking! No one is in the bathroom. Now, let's go outside."

            He drags me by my collar to the door, and opens it. Once outside, he slams the door close, and lets go of my collar. He sits down on his chair, and lights up one his sticks that makes smoke. I keep staring at the door as the smell gets stronger. I growl as I hear something move inside the house.

            "Get away from the door, Buckshot. What has gotten into you, you stubborn dog?" says Master.

            "Intruder," I whimper as I lower my head. I slowly walk over, and lay down on his feet.

            He finishes his stick and gets up. "All right, inside," he says as he walks over to the door. As he opens the door, I hear a noise in the mirror. I rush pass Master, and look into the mirror. This time, there's no Master in the mirror, but the smell still lingers.

            Master walks in, and says, "Get out so I can shower!"

            "Intruder," I bark.

            "Out!"

            I sulk out of the hydrant room, and lay down on the bed. Despite me going in there barking about an intruder, Master leaves the door open as he takes a bath. As he steps out, the smell gets stronger and stronger. This time, I can smell smoke as Master stands in front of the mirror.

            I creep over to the door, and peek in. Master begins to shave the fur off his muzzle. As he shaves, he winces in pain. I see blood on his muzzle. He grabs a towel to wipe it away, but before he can, another person who looks like Master leans out of the mirror and licks it off Master's cheek as Master watches there frozen.

            Master trembles as the room begins to fill with smoke as the fake Master steps out of the mirror onto the counter. I growl and try to pounce onto fake Master, but something throws me out of the room. I land hard on the floor as I whimper in pain. I try to pull myself off the floor, but something is holding me to the floor.

            I'm able to turn my head towards the mirror as I watch the room fill with flames. I try to bark, but I can't open my mouth all the way. I lay there whimpering as I watch fake Master pick up Master by the throat. Fake Master opens his mouth as I watch a blue mist leave Master's mouth. A few minutes later, fake Master tosses Master next to me cackling as the hydrant room is filled with fire.

            I manage to crawl my way over to Master. I lick his cheek, and yelp as his skin is ice cold. I nuzzle my nose against his face, but he won't move. I whimper as I rest my head against his chest.

            "One soul for my master," says Fake Master. "This All Hallow's Eve will see many more consumed."      

            As I lay there, I watch as the flames move closer. I make one last whimper as I hear a loud snap...

"The Skull"

A gallon of gasoline.

A single unlit match.

Bad ideas inside me.

Internal demons clash.

They pushed too far,

And left me bleeding.

Inside a wrecked car,

They sit there pleading.

Angel on my shoulder.

Tries to calm me down.

My heart grows colder;

Gas being tossed around.

Screaming for their lives

As they breathe in fumes.

Silence them with a knife

As fire seals their doom.

I laugh as the flames rise.

Burning away their souls.

I dance as their skin fry.

Peeling away from skulls.

I take her skull as a token.

The end of my hardship.

I smile. It's still smoking.

I finally killed the bitch.

I always hated Mother.

Treated me like a slave.

While praising my brother.

Both now in a fiery grave.

"The Beast Within"

I'm losing control.
My humanity is gone.
Instinct taking over.
The beast is awake.
Light turns to dark.
Spiraling into chaos.
Hungering for blood.
The beast is now free.
Craving the violence.
Howling at the moon.
I'm no longer human,
But the monster within.
My flesh is now fur.
Teeth turn into fangs.
Claws on my hands.
Rage is driving me.
I run into the streets.
To cure my bloodlust.
To release all my rage.
Stalking my next prey.
The city of the damned.
Ready for the slaughter.
I find them in an alley.
Raping a young woman.
Never saw me coming,
But they felt my fangs.
Blood and guts splatter.
As I shred them apart.
The girl runs in panic.
Screaming," Monster!"
I finish off the last one;
Disappear into darkness.
Blood still on my claws.
As I howl at my victory.
The beast is now content.
I turn back into a lost soul.
Another sheep in the flock.
Cops look for the monster;
They don't have to look far.
A deep look in any mirror
Will show anyone the truth.
Inside all of us lives a beast.
Some refuse to accept this.
I will show them the truth.
Not all beasts are visible.
The scariest remain hidden.
One by one, they'll be slain
By the beast within my soul.

"Hidden By Lies"

The full moon is crying
As all the angels mourn.
Demons are now clawing
Through the silver thorns.
Alas, the throne is vacant.
The proud king has fallen.
The empire in total disarray.
The royal guards are calling.
I watch this in total awe;
The sides are being drawn.
The queen in total shock.
Our peace is forever gone.
The heavens begin to erupt;
Battle swords begin to clash.
As they fight over the crown.
The kingdom burns to ash.
The demons defeat the guards.
The castle is now under siege.
Alone, I protect The Queen;
A vow broken with my Liege.
I unleash the beast within.
My demon side sees light.
A secret hidden within me.
The Queen faints with fright.
I leap out into the courtyard,
And begin my vicious attack.
I fight within the castle walls.
My powers are not held back.
By dawn, we are victorious.
The blood of enemies had ran.
The castle is once again safe.
Over the fallen bodies, I stand.
Even though I am a monster,
The Queen made me a knight.
In our darkest hours, I fought.
Exposing my secret that night.
To this day, the demon is free;
No need to hide in my disguise.
I have been pardon by the crown;
My life is no longer hidden by lies.

"Techno-zombies"

Lost in the world of tweets.

Human voice is now obsolete.

The thoughts of expressions

Oppressed by character limits.

Fear broadcasts on screens.

A cure promised with a like.

Share this to grant a vacation.

News filled by celebrity drama.

We're being fed fictional reality.

And worship talent less stupidity.

Alas, true art is lost in the decay.

Imagination is slowly dying out.

The unwillingness to learn or think

Outside of the glow of the screen.

Unlimited information on the web;

Made useless due to sheer laziness.

Trouble solving no longer being used.

We are slowly turning into drones.

The downward decline in society.

When did silicon overtake flesh?

The most powerful computer ever

Underused and under appreciated.

The device should only be a tool,

But are we evolving into a tool?

I pray we go back to the old times

And we use our minds much more.

The future I see is bleak and dreary

Instead of ruling, we are the slaves

Ruled by the machines we created.

Instead of aiming for a million views,

Let's aim to strive for a perfect Utopia.

A paradise where we sail amongst stars,

United as one race in distant galaxies.

Until we can overlook our differences,

This will never happen any time soon.

We are too locked away in our hearts,

Doomed to become techno-zombies.

Until we look with our eyes and heart,

Instead through a digital camera lens,

Will never become one race united.

"Rise"

Life is never black and white.

The truth hides in the shadows.

Lies wear a suit on the screen.

One day, the truth shall rise up,

Will it be too late to save us?

Ignorance can be bliss at times

Blinded by deception's haze.

As you try to find your way

Through the maze of bullshit.

You're tired of being deceived,

Stabbed in the back by allies.

All they really want to experience

Is your dreams to fall and shatter.

You got to rise up and fight back.

Tell your naysayers to fuck off.

Leave them behind in the chaos

Find the order amongst anarchy.

Only you can make your destiny.

Fight for the life you long to live.

Rise out of the ashes of the past

Like the mighty phoenix reborn.

Ignite the single match of change,

And start the fire of redemption.

Burn brightly till the bitter end.

When your soul is extinguished.

10/07/14 Update

Starting today, I'm going to include a fiction tag on anything I post that's fictional. I'm mostly doing this because some of my poems can be taken as serious. So, if you see the fiction tag, don't worry.

"A Life For A Life"

She was lost, but was found.

Head was always in the clouds.

Feet never touched the ground.

She never fit in with any crowds.

Always the wild and free spirit.

Never gave a damn about critics

No timid thoughts, just fearless.

Pushed me to live with no limits.

Then that one night it all changed.

We said things that weren't kind.

She and I became very estranged.

After that fight, you left me behind.

Now, I will never get the chance.

To tell her how I live with sorrow.

That I threw away our romance.

Since her funeral is tomorrow.

All I can do is sob on the floor.

As I feel responsible for the loss.

I cannot take the guilt any more.

Due to pride, she paid the cost.

This is me accepting the blame,

Longing that I could tell her this.

I will be burning in Hell's flames

For I already slit open my wrist.

This is my confession on paper.

I killed her that cold winter night.

When I held her and raped her.

For my sin, I am taking my life.

"The Damnation"

            I wake up drenched in sweat as thunder rattles my bedroom windows. I slowly pull myself off the soaked sheet, and groggily sit up. I stare at the pouring rain as I try to clear the pounding headache caused by the hangover I tied on last night at the pub. I glance at the clock on my phone and curse Nature for waking me up so early. The wedding isn't another 12 hours from now, but the light show outside won't let me sleep.

            I stand up, and wobble into the living room. As I walk by the couch in the dark, I hear the voice of my fiancée Sarah.

            "About time you woke up, "she says. "How was your bachelor party?"

            "It was good. Why are you sitting in the dark?" I ask.

            "Power went out an hour ago," she replies. "They will send out a tech once the storm passes."

            "What time did you get home last night from your bridal shower?" I inquire as I sit down on the couch.

            "I can't remember. You?" Sarah asks.

            "Some time after two I guess," I state as I feel my head now throbbing.

            "The headache will pass soon, dear. In fact, your hangover will be gone as well."

            "I hope. I hate working feeling like shit," I say as I feel her hand rest on mine. I shudder a little for it feels cold and clammy.

            "It will happen sooner then you think," she states. "I already cured mine."

            "How did you cure it so quickly?"

            "In a few minutes, you will find out."

            I sit there perplexed in the dark as I'm trying to figure out how she cured her hangover so quickly if she didn't get home before I got home. I'm also curious why she crashed on the couch, and didn't come into the bedroom. Then again, she might have been so drunk, her friends decided to lay her down on the couch instead of trying to put her into bed. Either way, the fact the power is out is not a great way to start what is supposed to be a happy day.

            She moves her hand up my arm, causing me to jerk it back. Her hands are ice cold. I'm almost tempted to grab my phone to have some light, but the way my stomach is gurgling, I'm afraid to move.  However, I hear a loud pop over my head, and my stomach stops gurgling. Also, my headache goes away like someone flipped off a switch to cure my hangover. However, my neck feels stiff as I gasp for air for a minute.

            "Hey! My hangover is gone!" I exclaim out of shock as my breathing returns to normal.

            "I told you," replies Sarah.

            I hear another popping sound, and the lights come on. Dangling a few feet from my face is a pair of feet hanging over an overturned step ladder. I look up, and start screaming as I see my body dangling from ceiling. My face is lifeless as a noose is tight around my neck. In my hand is a bloody chef's knife. I glance over to Sarah, and see blood has stained her entire chest from the slit in her throat.

            "This is all a dream," I state as I stare at the corpse hanging from the ceiling. "This is not real.

            The corpse lifts its head and moans, "This is not a dream. This is Hell. "

            "This is all a dream," I whine as I see Sarah's body begin to self-combust into a ball of flames.  

            "You cheated on her, and you decided that Sarah  didn't deserve to live a life. You will now be faithful in your own living nightmare," my corpse moans.  "Enjoy rotting in the flames of Hell!"

            I'm about to say something when Sarah grabs my hand and says, "Our souls are now entwined for eternity. Instead of Heaven, we'll be wedded in Hell."

            I scream as everything erupts into flames. The last thing I remember before everything went black was my corpse laughing as the world burned around me.  The last thing I ever heard before I was consumed by the flames was my corpse stating, "Your souls will never experience love, but hatred for each other. Enjoy the damnation!"