Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poet Free verse

Feeling of death

Feeling of death

I feel death
Why? 

Everyday
Graveyard feeling
Crypt feeling
Why?

Master: Someone wants to kill you.
Vilmos: Who?
Master: Your love.
Vilmos: Master, don’t lie.
             You want my life.
Master: Yes.
             Let’s talk.

Vilmos: I am listening to you.
Master: Vilmos, I can live only in your life.
Vilmos: I save you.
             I love you.
Master: Give me your life.
             Give me your life.
Vilmos: Why?
Master: You are mine.
Vilmos: You are the Satan.
Master: Yes.
Vilmos: I give you my life.
             You will not be bound for a thousand years.
             Can we fly?
Master: Of course.

Vilmos: Master, my life is yours.
             But give me something.
Master: What?
Vilmos: Your life.
Master: Student!!
             Student!!!

Vilmos: I am sorry, my Master.
Master: I hope.
Vilmos: I need you.
Master: I need you too.

Vilmos: Master, I need something.
Master: What? Money?
Vilmos: I need life.A living life.
             I am dead.
Master: Have a good journey.
Vilmos: How?
Master: With your life.

Vilmos: But how can I get her?
Master: Forget all the women.
             You are mine.
             In my universe, you will find 
             You will find enough women.
             Is that right?

Vilmos: Yes.
Master: I am the Satan.
Vilmos: Yes.

Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you more.

Master: What are you doing now?
Vilmos: I am thinking about your life.
Master: Really? 
Vilmos: I don’t understand something.
             Why did you hurt Adam and Eve?
Master: I didn’t do that.
             I just suggested another way for them.
             And I recommend you another one.
             Follow me.
             Forget your world.

Vilmos: I need you. I want your mind.
             I want your spirit.
Master: I am your mind. I am your spirit.
             I am the Satan.

Vilmos: I want to save you. 
             Master, I will save you.
             I love your life.
             You can’t die.
             You can’t be bound for a thousand years.
             I lost my life. I have no life. I give you my life. 
             Take it. Take my life.
             I don’t want my life.  

Master: I love you.
Vilmos: Take my life.

Master: I live with you.

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