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
                    Indexed
                    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
                    And 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 -