I've been infected with the ache thrice more
but it's never as painful as the time before.
"On a scale of one to ten, how do you rate the pain?"
John asks to hear me complain.
His chocolate eyes mould into mine, burning into me.
A blush rises to my cheeks, the brightest red it could ever be.
"Seven, definitely seven," I reply
Sleep evades me, instead I pace a stride
Another, another, with nothing but a cacophony of fear and empty silences to guide
My exhausted form.
My mind brews up a rising storm.
My heart collides with another blade
Jagged edges carve my skin, until severed, until frayed.
Forms a holy scroll.
Drilling inside my ears
My hesitation seers.
It lines my heart's pockets.
Trepidation, trembles my eyes
Side to side, they seek my demise.
Across the corridor, His angst is expressed
Onto the walls, a former patient's distressed
Scratched in paintwork, yet it still survives.
Looped font, I try to eschew
Although I know the words I interpret are true.
"Stay away from the Man, kill him, destroy him; you are alone,"
The betrayal impossible to condone.
Carter, his evil magnitudes in spite
Of me, plunging my head towards a fight.
John, I need him to know, to save me
So that from the cell's old inhabitant's attacker I can flee.
I can guess what he did, imagine what he said
I almost feel the way she bled.
She shook with fear, agony coiling in her blood
Once again, her eyes failed to unleash a flood.
Secretly, I know the warning is sent from the old inmate
My disparaged soul knows it is directed towards the man I hate
I would die for a reason, a martyr.
John, would he save me tonight?
John, would he set wrong right?
John, would he stand up for my fight?
John, would he show Carter his own trite?
Loving John these past seasons
Provided every reason
To desire a kiss, wrecking havoc across all common sense
My heart is at his expense.
Carter wishes to part the seas
I won't let the land between come with ease.
He is a demon, a villain, needed dead
Or alive for excruciatingly drawn out pain, where tears become lead.