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Death Knell

I place her gently

on the

counter

 

Defiantly

bait

complacent

eyes

 

But ...

 

They have  

often

seen my sort

 

Likes of me they do despise

 

“Take a seat”

she spits at me

Such venom makes me smirk

I size up my surroundings

 

Maybe now I’ll go berserk?

 

You see ..

I

dally with

 

Dark Demons

 

Devil

 

Deep Blue Sea

 

A lifetime lived in purgatory

 

Why does no one hear my plea?

 

*Help me

Help me

Help me

 

I’m drowning in the mire

Throw me out a lifeline

Before my will expires*

 

Cherubic eyes start taunting me

Pierce my hardened shell

I beg you

to

extract me

From this hell in which I dwell

 

*I often dream this dream  

Surreal and quite sublime

 

Where the essence of my character

Transports to another time

 

Bonny hats

Crinoline

 

In my pocket sits a key

 

I stroll

out

into the garden

 

Wait by the old oak tree

 

Watch the boy approaching

From the distance on his mare

 

Close my eyes

Count to ten

 

Recite the lord’s great prayer

 

Soon he is upon me

I hand him now the key

 

And as I stare into his eyes

I see that the boy is* me

 

I don’t know what it means

But it tends to soothe the pain

 

Until the cycle

 

Fires up

 

Vitriolic rain

 

Pollutes my brain

 

*Help me

Help me

Help me

 

I’m drowning in the mire

Throw me out a lifeline

Before my will expires*

 

I start to scream

I start to shout

I know with them

I have no clout

 

We all go through the motions

We all have a part to play

I give a star performance

They know I’ll rue this day

 

Soon I’m bound and gagged

Contained within a cell

 

And if you listen very carefully

You’ll hear the sound of the

 

Death Knell …

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Oct 21, 2010
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