DAHMER

It is only a drill
Testing the limits of feelings
Not responding to verbal abuse
To embrace the edge
But it is heavier than expected
This acid consumes pride
Only to fill the space
With regret

Empty gaze
Slides on random frames
Of my memory
The motion picture
Under the eyelids
Encourages me
To study the empathy
More precisely
The vivisection
To the very end
Will put a trophy
On the shelf of my mind
That could remind me
Of my former weakness

Feeding the confidence
With leftovers
Only makes me stronger

It is time to hit the road
And leave the stench
Of decomposing guts behind

This is not the empty shell
I am a rock now

I won’t get caught
Lying on the floor
Helpless
Bleeding
Not anymore