He appeared at my window,
Broken and forlorn,
His fingers tap tap tapping at the rippled pane.
"Kill me now" pled he in earnest despair
As he rambled about his faults and idiocies.
I smiled at him woefully,
"Nay my fevered friend"
I listed his qualities,
His kindness,
His perfection,
His Liveliness,
"Kill Me" he pled again
And again
Again,
Kill, Kill, Kill
It did naught for my soul.
Only repeated itself warily
"I cannot,"I sighed to his crestfallen face,
But if you'd like, you can take up occupancy,
Join me beneath the waves,
Underwater,
In my oceanic lair,
And his flushed fevered hand,
Griped my cold pale fingers,
As he slowly succumbed to the thought
Of a self fulfilled wish.
Kill me oh Signore di luce,
For taking yet another of your perfect,
Loving,
Children.
