The Girl Who Was... Death

Don't trust him

When he turns his back

He looks at you

Don't trust him

When his eyes are closed:

He still looks at you

I fled, I fled

Devouring the space

But the shapeless bulk

Was chasing me -enraged-

Breathing my footsteps

Unsated with killing me

Slowly

Nailing my incandescent thoughts

Along the border

Of insanity

In a place where

A procession of fleshly numbers

Slides incessantly

Into the ironic waters

Of the cosmos

Seeking to remember

The sense

Of the impossible word:

Escape

"Who are you looking for?

What are you looking at?"

A light? "a star"

A boat? "an insect"

A plane? "a flying fish"

"I'm looking at somebody

Who belongs to my world"

"This is your world

I am your only world"

I can't remember

When the fog

- unravelling

The real and inexplicable

Contradictions

That crowd together

The human brain lobes -

Imprisoned me

In the spider's web

Of the one who touches

The minds of the mad

Curbing and churning

The confetti of their thoughts

"Without corpses

There's no war

And without war

There's no victory

My dear!"

I will not be pushed

Filed, stamped

Inedxed

Briefed, debriefed

Or numbered!

- Nightmare -

Welcome, my freind!

Here whole generations

Of ghosts

Have raised

Their eyes and wings

Each morning

To unbounded space

With the innocent joy

Of crysalids

Greeting

Their final metamorphosis

And in the evening

They're dead and dropping

Like lifeless flowers

Swayed by the plaintive

Whistling of the wind

You must learn, we are all pawns

On this hopeless chessboard;

Your move!

"Maybe you don't know my face

But well you know my name

- My name is death"

Dressed in white, smiling

The girl who was death

And loved me so much

Desiring to bring me back to her

The only way out

To no purpose

"Why are they trying

To kill me?"

"Because they don't know

You are already

Dead!"

Face to face

Shut up

In the cage of time

The man and I

Joined by fate

In the degree absolute

The challange

Without return match

Where the price to one is:

Living

And pain to the other is:

Not dying!

The mask! The mask!

I must take off

His mask!

Now! Now!

But just as victory

Seems finally

To favour me

Aand the unknown

Persecutor appears

- Frame after frame -

In a slow instantaneous

Electric shock

Here is my contorted face

To reveal, sneering

The final dramatic

Deceit

When victim and hangman

Exchange roles

The triumphant freedom

Of a thousand dreams

Evaporates

In the reality

Of a new incubus

- Once again -

Made of

Smiles, masks, lifeless confetti

Be seeing you!

Wandering through the catacombs of life

Desperately I plunge into the whirl

Wandering through the catacombs of life

Slowly I fall into the whirl of

- Hell -