‘The Girl Who Was Death’

Homes burnt to cinder

habitants turned to ash

I wonder as I gaze into the fire

Did it mean anything?

Can anyone see?

I left my signature on every building burnt

on all the broken bonds

on every lecher and on every priest

everything spoke my language

I am Death

Eternal

Infernal

Absolute.

The collected souls

they ease my hunger

they lessen my wrath

but never quench

never satisfy

my lust is hidden in their agony

my anger flows through their tears

Yet

they can’t see

they ponder the insignificant life they lead

or at least

the life they think they lead

a subtle demon within them.

Life is complicated

life is evil

it leads you on:

“I’ll yield you wonders,

I’ll give you power,

I’ll protect you”

Lies and Slander

 they live its fantacies

without reading the fine print

Life ends

life turns to ash

dreams can be horrors

ambitions can be pain

All crushed at my stone

Curse me, they dare

those puny little things

those ungrateful bastards

I told the truth

Death will come

Death will claim the souls you owe

Was I at fault delivering my promise?

was I at fault to tell the truth?

I am perfection

and I will always reign supreme.

Stranger: Death Wish

You’re not going to die,

I forbid it,

the awaited end of you,

and by the power invested in me

as an exalted taxi driver

I command you to live on,

I will you to love,

for you only assume dark future times

based on a past in shambles

rather than a rejuvenated present

and I will not allow it.

Wear masks,

tell drunken truths,

wish for the end,

wish to descend,

but your prayers 

and your wishes

will remain unanswered,

for I am the gatekeeper,

the one waiting at your door

and by the deity you worship

I will deny you

until maybe one day

you’ll be good enough for someone,

for the ultimate one,

for the one you can be one with,

for number one.

Between a rock and the hardest of places

Between the one that was

the one that is

and the one that will always be,

I miss the rock

and the hard place

for they are defined,

measurable,

mortal,

when the mask is not,

when the task is not.

She whispered emotions

as I screamed in agony,

in despair,

She is no longer,

I can no longer see,

I can no longer be

as I look into the abyss

that is her eyes,

as I gaze upon the lie

I told myself,

her face was salvation

turned damnation,

her words were saviors,

now sanguine crusaders,

her touch was the healing

as I was the curse.

Forsaken,

my mask forsakes me,

for I’ve betrayed the entity he is,

nature overcame nurture,

only to lose the face,

to lose the faith

in the raging sea,

that is the pretentious I,

the accursed I,

the forsaken I

by choice

and only by choice

as I gaze upon the nothingness

that once was

everything.

She vanished

as I was vanquished,

I want nothing,

I want peace.

Yours unfortunately,

Zeus

PS: I’m as confused as you are.

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