A Long Walk on the Beach with Death

by Weeping Wolf   Jan 25, 2009


"I like long walks on the beach" he said.
You think I don't know Death?
Try me.

I've looked Lucifer straight in the eyes,
kissed his cigarette breath,
as he took me captive and tore at my thighs,
And his sliver of a voice, whispering seductively
in my ear, ringing, like a thousand knells
He dragged me across the shoreline,
and pushed my hair into the coldest sand
Burying me alive with lips and claws and Eyes
So icy cold they burned my fair flesh
As he cajoled poems of envy and blood in my mouth
His scythe grazing and pressing against my neck
Coercing me with screaming tongues of anguish
Scaly long hands stripping my skin down to my thighs
But I could not leave, despite his promises
of stripping my spirit and tearing out my soul
under the cloak of night lampposts cannot illuminate...

I was consumed!
And he, concealed.
Looking into my velvet eyes
As he'd like to call them-
He told me even though I had a Light
That scorched his gray dead flesh
And scared him of being dragged back
up to Heaven- Oh the brightest that fell!
He would blow it out like a feeble candle,
with one fell swoop of his wretched breath
Then he would strap me to his throne
and chart out the winding road of my death-
I would be determined deceased in San Fran- But no!
Must it be a suicide? Or tragic accident?
Write your letter, sign your ransom note!
And he tied my wrists and feet with snakes
and laughed maniacally and threw me to my knees
But while he raped my memory I began to cut my bonds
And dug my heels into the sand and tried to flee
But like lightning he came upon me with his black cloak
And pulled me closer than ever before and whispered
"Here is where you'll rest" and tortured by jealousy
Stole my Light and crushed it out for eternity.
As I lay limp in the sand....

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