Blue Screen of Death

Twas like any other morning

An empty office inviting me to a day of gloom.

The obnoxiously blue computer screen makes demands;

"Please enter a password."

Maybe I'll just fucking kill you.

Maybe I'll just fucking kill everybody...

But only if they paid me for it.

I enter the password: the day I died inside,

The day I no longer held any humanity,

The day I realized

Holding the essence of another in my hands

With but a twitch tipping the scales

Towards or away from the grave

Would be the closest thing to love

I'll ever experience.

The love of converting another soul

Into an empty husk;

A meat bag to be decorated

With a fine point blade.

"Good morning!" I say with a smile

As unsuspecting coworkers greet me

As if I were a fellow human

And not an empty husk

Waiting for my own decoration to begin.