Master’s Puppet

(I was requested to write this piece as fan-fiction. It is based off of the brilliant show Sherlock, and is written in the perspective of Jim Moriarty. Go BBC!)


You need me, or you’re nothing.

I stare, eyes frozen, into the reflection of myself

Able only to see his face

He looks lost, and far away

Hopeless, without direction.

He needed me.

Or he was nothing.

I remembered him well, from long ago.

I, the aged, demented child                                                                                     

And he, like me

Only human.

I wanted blood and lusted for it

I needed it in my veins for mine,

Mine were made of ice.

He was curious then,

Not yet a dejected cynic.

A child he was, and only just

A child.

And even then I knew

That it would be his weakness

And from there a seed was planted

Even then I knew

That someday

I could break him.

How easily he would fall

Would fly away and soar

To land in irreversible glory

I would strip him of everything that he was

And make him nothing more

Than just a child.

In my silence I ask and wonder

Just why he makes me fury

And the answer

to my most favorite riddle

It comes to me

In the form of a song.

A song that has no ending

Only loops

With twists and coils that make me desperate

Like folds and crevices of a human brain

Swelling

Like a pounding heart

Sweating,

Pulsing,

Profuse,

On my face

In my eyes, I see,

Only I see him.

Looking back at me

With eyes that know the light

But will never truly know

How to penetrate my darkness.

I hate him

My blood, it boils,

My bones, they ache

From the day I knew him then

From the age I knew him when

I knew

I knew

That he, a child,

And I, was not.

I stare, unable to blink

At the memory that begins to twist

The eyes, they laugh

And there he is

Alive

And bright

And will never know

My torment.

I see the creases in his brain

I know what gives him pleasure, pain,

And pain that he will have

When I deliver

Make him soar, and fly,

Oh he will know

Just what I see.

Do not taunt me, Sherlock,

You simple beast

The clock is churning

The blood is ticking

And here, we are, together

At last

Will you surrender, to me?

Become part of me, and one with me?

You need me.

Or you’re nothing.

He throws his head back and he laughs

Mocking me

Forever.

And the sweat it aches

And the anger boils

And I snap

And there he is

Hand in mine

Eyes and breath so close to mine

That I can smell his soul

I love him

Yet he will never know

Of the torment that he gives me.

Sherlock, I whisper,

Surrender to me

Be, me.

Bless you,

Bless you, Sherlock Holmes

For at last you have freed me

Made me soar

Like an angel,

At your side

Now

Forever

At last.

At last.

At last, I can breathe again.  

7/17/13