Mastermind

Who, or perhaps what, is the Mastermind behind fear?

A burning, malevolent chill creeps up the boy's spine-

   the Mastermind is nearby... or maybe already on-scene.



With deceitful charm, he tries to rule you;

   yet, with the passing of time, his scornful power shall dwindle.

His assaults often come without signal, nor warning;

   suddenly, all color fades to varying tones of grey,

   leaving life devoid of the former vibrance it once held.

Alone, locked in a void with a stone heart,

   the abyssmal fear of death, a choking paranoia, hits.

Each new breath stretches the thin thread of sanity;

   the breaking point must be nigh.



Evil, hatred, pain- powerful tools in his psychological arsenal.



Another breath, exhaled with a shudder, is taken and thrown out---

   a brief explosion of light fills the boy...

   ...then nothing.



Darkness descends unto his spirit,

   charioting him onto the next realm.

Twin warm trickles of crimson seep from a fresh pair of holes;

   the boy's Lifeblood spills over,

      an act of his own hand.

The Mastermind has fallen.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again, a re-write of a poem I orignally produced in ninth grade. Don't ask. I was, and possibly still am, a strange child. -JTB.

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