Death's laugh at my romantic heart by Aaron HowardI feel it sliding out of its sheath.
I feel the wetness on my brow, as I sink into the ground.
I feel the dirt crawling on my skin, or maybe thats just fire-ants and spiders.
Darkness circles the room taunting me with his whisper of promise.
He taunts me so, this personal demon of mine.
This life long of built up resentment.
Lingering beneath the skin.
I never functioned well with anger.
We kept distant paths.
But death, death crossed my path on a daily occurrence.
Sweeping away villages and towns and cities.
Its been grand to know some of humanitys degradation.
He approaches
and I declare.
Spawn of the abyss, I dare you.. show me a life worse that mine.
He mocks me with a laugh
It shows me a woman who had been abducted by a serial killer.
How hed amputated her arms and legs.
He'd Sewn one eye shut and kept her locked in a room
with just a slight corner of the window to look out of.
He wasnt too cruel to her.
He just wanted a woman whod stick in it for the long haul
She eventually fell in love with the man.
Since he was the only form of contact she ever had with the outside world
Even in death, he chides me about having a romantic heart.. 10/16/2003 Author's Note: Part of the acidhead mantra..one of the ones that stood out different that the rest..
Posted on 10/16/2003 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Howard
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