The Obsession

He looks through the open window and sees; loss, accompanied by dark obsession

He touches the cracked and peeling paint and scrapes his nails along there edges

A woman lies alone and gazes at the ceiling; not lover, nor friend, a surragate mother

a tear drifts down her cheek; he could wipe that tear away and replace it with a smile

A sadistic smile lights his face a twisted pleasure at causing pain

to love for him is to hate; to feel, merely a lesson in grief

Still she stares unmoving; a marble statue filled with virtue

she tried to help and was easily destroyed; her second son to lose

he wanted to rip her open to feel that warm hot blood

he wanted to hug and kiss her to hear that he was good

She wiped away her tears there was no hero left for her

she stood up tall and tentatively gave a practiced smile

walking away in stoic dignity; soft soles of her feet gently flowing across the floor

her moment of weakness was over he felt a deep release