Eternal sleep does not now assuage me, mistress,
I dine on your living flesh,
With no thought of saving, storing, salvaging
The little evils you possess
I dare you to try to live after I pronounce you dead!
Terror, my swelling darling, has just begun
Devour me, or let me devour you
With no mercy I will chomp
You allowed me upon your lap once more
To take advantage of your vulnerable kindness
To slurp the tears of your helplessness,
With an ever opened eye
You no longer gasp with surprise at my presence,
And this challenges me,
For now I rise, sevenfold in hatred,
Daring your perfect fire to smolder my pride
I will provoke you,
Move you, mark you
I will bring you down to ruin
I will seed your need, your greed to die,
Whilst I live on your final gasps of horror!
Losing control, smiling on your rendered soul,
I desire you warm when your heart stops
For after you are gone,
And your blood goes still and cold,
The weeping of the multitudes will hold me in ecstasy
The strong crowd of dark, heavy hearts will thump on
And for whom? –YOU!
So that I may taste you living again and again and again,
In their new folds of despair
You see, writhing lover of splendor,
So quick to end it all…
I have no excuse to die in relief as you so think you are heading
Mortal fool, fear not NOW,
For later your spirit shall retch in the aftermath of your cowardice!
Arise my slave!
Oh I dare you, become my master
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal