He was different
the moment he left the hospital
In a moment of unconsciousness
his soul had been robbed

He was left limp and helpless

His only way to regain power
was to stalk his prey
and take us mere humans
in his cold, metallic hands
and crush us
and break us
squash us like ants
wipe off our meaningless blood
make us something less
make us feel the nothingness
in his hard and hollow chest.

His emotions were programmed
when it came to
sad movies,
telenovelas
and other *******

But nonexistent when it came to us mere humans.

Sometimes as I walk past the parade grounds
And see all the tiny little flags filling its space
And the trumpet man solemnly proclaiming deaths…
I think of what could have been
How your itty bitty hand
Would’ve wrapped around my finger
And your dark brown eyes
Would’ve stared at me in wonder

She is as empty as the grave she buried for you

I''ll try not to obsess over it
I promised not to get mad
I'm not.
It might echo in my mind throughout the day
Tomorrow and the next day
But oh well.
Don't worry babe.

I'm good at hiding things that sting you know..