Another **** complete,
I stroll the dimly lit empty streets
On a calm and quiet night
Cold-blooded machine instinctively keeping to the shadows,
Though there's not another soul in sight
A city totally devoid of life
Business over for the day,
I'm craving another kind of thrill tonight
On my way to meet my contact that I see between contracts
Engaging in sensational activities between the sheets,
Utilizing the best close-quarters techniques,
The only successful cathartic release
I finally see her, not too far from me
My target acquired, I approach in silence
I watch the starlight reflecting in her eyes,
Until they finally meet mine,
She makes her way towards me,
Her hips sensually swaying left and right
Short skirt, tight top,
Body looking so delectable and soft
I've got my safety off
Pistol cocked, locked and loaded
Hard as a ******* rock,
Cold steel gone hot,
Ready to ****** rock n roll
Ominous clouds begin to congregate
Thunder shakes the sky,
Followed by a pouring rain
She quickly takes my hand,
Leading me to her room
Inviting me inside, music playing to set the mood
Turned on to full volume,
She dances to her favorite tune
She moves closer to me,
Shedding clothes as she goes
Flaunting what she's got,
My blood now running hot
Her lips go to work as she slowly disrobes me
Each kiss getting a little lower
Dropping to her knees, looking up from below
Warm hands take hold,
She pulls out my gun,
Eyes full of hunger
She runs her tongue across the barrel,
Before attempting to swallow the whole thing
Not even stopping to breathe,
Choking as she increases her speed
Almost ******* suffocating on me
My angel, my savior,
Time for me to return the favor
I pick her up and set her on the bed
Hands and mouth caress,
Beginning at her neck,
Working my way down her chest
She spreads her legs, then wraps them around me
I go to town, head between her thighs
Speaking in tongues,
Drenching her insides,
Getting wetter than the rain-soaked streets outside
Then she tells me to move in for the ****,
Begging me to fill her full of lead
I fulfill her wish, and begin to stick in my weapon
Her holster so warm and constrictingly tight
She says give it to her rough
I say hang on for the ride
Foregoing emotion and love,
For these moments of bliss
Stimulating our senses with intense displays of lust
Addicted to the rush,
Every touch, every ******
Her body quivers with each critical hit,
Reaching the height of her ******,
She cries out in satisfaction
Her energy depleted and needs gratified,
I empty my entire magazine inside her
Once again she looks at me with those mesmerizing eyes and smiles
But then I realize it's time to say goodnight
I have another deal with death before the night's over
And she'll have another corpse to prepare in the morning
Always on the run,
This is the only place we can come
The only way to prove we're still human

I could not escape my thoughts

As they lingered in my head

It was a way out I sought

So I headed back to bed

I had a drink, then two

Then maybe a few too many more

Thinking maybe I could drown them

I closed my eyes, then with a sigh

And a bit of a grimace, I then realized

My victims didn’t die

But rather floated back to the surface

Their words on the walls

In every direction in which I peered

Indeed all I saw were their snide faces and sneers

So with a spike now, I gouged my eyes out

So I couldn’t see anymore

Hoping for some sort of refrain

Only to discover, to my horror

That the thoughts still remain

I could hear them now, loud and clear

Shouting and screaming piercing my ears

By no means a welcoming sound

Repeating the failures and fears

That are conjured up by the awful content of these thoughts

So I picked up a pair of sharpened shears

And promptly sliced off both my ears

I felt some relief as they fell to the floor

Knowing that I couldn’t hear them anymore

Then, with a feeling that made me a little ill

I realized the ****** thoughts lingered still

These treasonous demons

So relentless in their quest

I could still smell their putrid stench

Their wicked decaying deathly scent

So I banged my head against my cold steel desk

Again and again,

Shattering my nose into a million pieces

Finally some peace, I said to myself

They could no longer get to me through my sense of smell

Yet the life of this moment met its end quick

When I realized that somehow they had found another sense

An unsettling sensation suddenly came over me

I could already taste the flavor of wretchedry

Like a distorted gourmet of bitterness and misery

Not wanting to sit through the main course a minute more,

I tore out my rancid tongue and let it join my ears on the floor

Relishing in the all too brief respite

Agonizingly realizing I could still ******* feel them

Deep beneath my skin they slither and squirm

Emerging through the pores like a corpse full of worms

Hitting me quick like ten tons of bricks

A bunch of precision-guided pinpricks

Made of blood and bone

Warmth and cold

Years of waste and regret

Rolled up in a body that’s slowly getting old

So of course I do the only sensible thing

And proceed to generously drench myself in a few gallons of gasoline

Then at last, the lighting of a match to complete the act

Bursting into an inferno

Burning away every nerve

Turning my skin into a crisp

Never to feel anything again…

At least that’s what I thought

Although that now all my senses were gone

At a destination I thought would be free from the pain

Just like always I found…

The thoughts still remain

I walked along the shore of the infinite sea

Here in the twilight of my existence

The cold black ocean reaching out for me

Suddenly I see a figure in the distance

A shadowy silhouette

Getting closer and closer

With each and every step

As the air starts getting colder

Beset with a panic in my chest

And a drop of my heart

I call out to my guest

Asking them who they are

"My name is Death.", the figure said

"And I am here to collect."

Death then joined me in my walk

And then the two of us proceeded to talk

"I'm not ready.", I said

"I thought I had more time left.

"Could I maybe stay a few moments more?"

"I am sorry but your time is up.", Death replied

"You have to return to the source."

"I don't want to go!". I pleaded and cried

"I still don't know the meaning of life

"Could you please tell me what it is?"

"I could," said Death

"But let me answer with a question.

"What would that accomplish

"If I gave you the definition?

"What is true for one is false for another

"Everyone is a puzzle, with their own unique pieces

"What fits together for yourself

"May not fit well for someone else."

"If that's the case, how are we supposed to know what to do?

"How do we make sense of this knowing in the end we all have to leave with you?"

"Yes it is true," Death earnestly replied

"I will indeed meet all of you in time

"But knowing your demise is an inescapable fact

"What matters is what you do with the time that you have

"As to what that may be, no one but you can make that choice

"You have to map your own path, find your own voice."

As Death spoke I had a sudden subconscious suggestion

Maybe I could stall my fate

By distracting Death with more questions

"Why do you insist on speaking in such riddles and vague redundant phrases?

"And where is this god that everyone so thanks and praises?"

"I am giving you the clearest answers that I can

"It is entirely on you if you cannot understand

"As for the existence of God, that matters not

"No being dictates how you live your life

"And only I decide how and when you will die

"But you should know you cannot fool me

"I know you are stalling for time."

"You got me." I replied,

"That I will admit

"I just wanted to know what was the point of all this?

"Life just seems like one big joke."

Death paused in silence for a moment then spoke

"Well before we go there is something you should know

"Maybe this will offer you some solace to your query

"And lighten this great burden that you carry

"Life is full of suffering and sadness

"Full of misery and unbridled madness

"Some mitigate this by laughing or singing

"Dancing or romancing, or even just believing

"Life is meaningless

"It is you who must give it meaning

"Ask yourself what is most important to you

"Set yourself a goal, be sure to see it through

"Keep it close to your heart, and always stay true."

I took a moment to ponder Death's response

I looked back at my life, and all I've said and done

All that I've lost and all that I've loved

I had finally found my answer, I knew

"Do you understand now?". Death asked with a grin

"Yes, I think I do."

And with that, our walk came to an end

I had to leave now, never to be back again

Death took my hand and led me into the infinite sea

Out of this state of being

But I had no more fear,

For I had found my meaning

Let us make a toast, an ode to those who create
Raise your glass to the painters who paint
Cue your applause for the musicians who play
A round of cheers to the writers who write
Here's to all the singers who sing
We would be remiss not to thank the composers who compose

So here in this toast that we compose
We're here to give thanks to the ones who create
This will be a song of gratitude that we sing
A resplendent picture that we shall paint
We'll recite the countless stories that you write
All this to honor those who make our minds come out to play

Listen to the sounds of the great musicians play
Such beautiful songs that they compose
Listen to the message in the lyrics that they write
So many sonic masterpieces they create
Such vivid scenes in your brain they paint
Evoking deep emotions with every word that they sing

A song for the painters we also sing
The ones who put the brush and color to play
No limit but the canvas upon which they paint
Infinite worlds of imagination they compose
Scenes of peace and serenity they create
Their pictures worth the thousand words which we write

Let us not forget the ones who write
Without whom we wouldn't have this song to sing
The pages are the landscape where they choose to create
The stories are where all the words go to play
Myriads of written melodies they masterfully compose
In a world where the page is the canvas and the ink is the paint

So let us give thanks to the artists who paint
Let us give thanks to the artists who write
Let us give thanks to the artists who compose
Let us give thanks to the artists who sing
Let us give thanks to the artists who play
Let us give thanks to the artists who create

So whether you paint, or whether you sing
Whether you compose or whether you play
Or whether you write, whatever you do, continue to create!