Tormenting Death

Tormenting death
Plays my gentle notes
Plucks my tender wounds
Into a cadence of tragedy
A softly spinning melody
Sought by an audience of memory
And until a final note is struck
She'll push me to the river-
Shrieking for the morning air-
Gasping for a reassuring lust

I reach the cellar door
As roiling water attacks my throat
And coils through my insides-
Like a scaly snake releasing its venom
Inky eyes bleeding
as it suffocates any lust left to spare

But now Tormenting Death is gone,
But where?
Only that softly spinning melody
A sweeping of sound- eruption of claps
Removes yet another sacred life
That was found yet never there.