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Malkavian the Second

The constant assault of the silence on his senses is intense Hands clenched in fist he wished for noise and bliss Buddy stopped talking and drinking he begins pacing as he’s thinking Tired from walking he knells before the bird and begs him to start talking Every emotion emerges inside him as a whisper in his ear Tears stream down his eyes, as he cries, victim of his own lies The screaming wasn’t the problem only a symptom He hugs his knees, bites his lip, bleeds, and tries to listen The burnt and hallow hospital once his prison is now his home Where he wrestles with his inner demons trying to grasp his own emotions Guilt over his crime haunts his mind all of the time He dreams of his love Nancy burnt and covered in blood She deserved no less than pure happiness instead she is dead He bends downs, kissing buddy on the forehead, crying Dying for the company of his only friend and companion He begs god for forgiveness for the sins that he can’t amend Blood slips then drips off his bit and split lip into the cup from which buddy sips Buddy’s head begins to bob, he sobs as buddy’s black beak bares a glob of blood He thinks, as buddy drinks, that the blood is the key to his friend being freed The bird absorbs the blood then stops bobbing, he begins thinking and plotting His brain decreed a dream where people scream and bleed unheeded by the need to feed them He strains his brain as he schemes of means to bring his dream from fantasy to reality He felt like a little boy, full of pride and joy, from finding a new toy His mind frothed with frenzy as he indulged every fancy, except thoughts of forgotten nurse Nancy There is a drug called lysergic acid diethylamide, or simply just acid A large enough dose introduced into the system can make the brain rancid Though he doesn’t have a P.H.D. or even an internet bought certificate He learned enough from books and his doctors, he’s positive he can make it An old abandoned building untouched by the fire is perfect for his laboratory It has everything he will need, drugs and all, even has a lavatory Soon buddy would have more blood then he could ever think to drink Soon he would hear the screams that would bring him back from the brink All the preparations were complete in time for the Fourth of July commemoration When most the city will gather on the waterfront for its yearly celebration He was the first to arrive in the morning dressed in his finest Sunday suit Purple pants and shirt with silver lining with a black ten gallon hat to boot He took a moment to savor the silence before setting up his special stand He watched the people mingle and patiently waited to unleash his plan When the day reached the hottest he started to hand out toys to the kids Super soakers filled with acid, with a reward promised to whoever gets the most hits Wave after wave, the children came to get a squirt gun and chase the reward Wave after wave, the children spread the seed of his madness into the herd It took less than hour for every single person to get implanted Then he watched and waited for his wish to be granted Then the worst thing that could happen, happened, nothing, nothing at all As it became nightfall he crawled into a ball and began to bawl From frustration to fear his emotions took him to unfathomable despair Then somewhere above the clamor of the festivities, a scream filled the air Chaos, pure unadulterated chaos, spread through the crowd like wild fire They committed every act of sin and deplorable indecency their hearts desired He walked amongst them, untouched, as their leader…..nay their god He searched through their twisted minds, enhancing every flaw Thousands upon thousands, screamed as they bled Thousands upon thousands, gone mad and then dead Through all the insanity he saw a redheaded angel left untouched He knew in that exact instant that he loved her so very much He walked up to her, bowed, and then tipped his hat Brushing her cheek, with a whisper, he renamed her Nancy He pulled out a chair and sat, setting her down on his lap He indulged in the flattery of her beauty, the beauty of Nancy He caressed her ever so gently, and kissed her gently more He lost himself in the sensation of her skin, the sensation of Nancy Unable to be contained anymore, he gutted her and threw her corpse on the floor He wanted to see how the inside worked while he made love, made love to his Nancy With his lust sedated, and his love soon to be cremated, he pulled buddy from his pocket He set the bird in a puddle of blood, watching him bob as he quenched his thirst The few survivors left started to chant and incantation he can’t ever remember hearing of But he joined them, singing louder and louder, letting his voice rise above Once again Nancy burned for him while buddy swelled with blood until he burst The wood splintered and shattered, showing a growing and beating heart And all the blood for miles around came rushing in like a rabid river It wrapped around the heart and took form, hell rejoice, Malkav is reborn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 4/4/2015 7:15:00 PM
Hi Nathan, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. ~Always & Forever~ LINDA :):);) love you
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Date: 2/19/2015 6:39:00 AM
Nathan, what a storyteller you are, this poem is epic, you are an excellent writer and thanks so much for your comments and support of my poetry, oh yes I started off as The Rambling Poet for years, my poetry back then was more rambling . . . have been Broken Wings for awhile now, it sort of suits me more, and all the broken sadness and darkness that dwells within me ~~
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Date: 2/19/2015 6:27:00 AM
The grossness became even grosser...Not my kind of work..Thanks for the visits to my page..Even though from what I see on ID on TV it gets like that out there in the real world with people who aren't insane or on drugs but then I am not so sure that they are not insane..Sara
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Date: 2/4/2015 7:21:00 AM
Hello, my dear friend Nathan! I'm so honored and delighted to read this exceptional write of yours. I humbly admit, I don't also know about Malkavian but upon reading some facts below searched by our dear friend Scott, i began to understand. I think, I need also to go and read the part 1. Thank you soo much for sharing and once again for your kind words on my poem & your precious time stopping by. Blessings to you & your family esp. my lovin poet sis. love lots and biggest hugs, Leonora
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Date: 2/1/2015 6:53:00 AM
So I Googled Malkavian, all I came up with was some Vampire game, with a mad vampire family. Was this the inspiration? Your poem is quite an epic piece, some of the graphics are no doubt really challenging. A brave write. An interesting write. A very different write. An impressive write, well done. I hope that my own poems pleased you as much as reading this has, me.
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Date: 1/31/2015 2:10:00 AM
I'm still troubled by the imagery of Nancy and her remains. :)... I will be back, after a few days. Yours Truly, <3 Linda
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Date: 1/30/2015 10:38:00 AM
Nathan, this is an epic poem, so much creative imagination and power, well done and thanks for visiting my poetry ~~
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Date: 1/29/2015 7:05:00 PM
Far beyond the reigns of reality and reason...A true force of fiction
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Date: 1/29/2015 2:54:00 PM
cathartic flow of a plot so riddled with forces of light and shadow... a most riveting write drenched in gothic-like imagery , Nathan.. I appreciate your feedback !..huggs
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Date: 1/29/2015 11:20:00 AM
This is so powerful! It is amazing how man's mind works...taking us beyond the border of reason into a mental abyss. The thing is that these people do exist...and they live amongst us! // paul
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Date: 2/21/2015 2:03:00 AM
we do ... i mean they do live amonst you lolz :P thanks for all the support paul

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