and the dance goes on
mad music
whirling in pandemonium
twirling
twisting
falling down
in heaps of bright colour
the time left to me is only short
and i have an important line to say
i would like to linger
like the scent of expensive perfume in an empty room
but the world spins faster
and pieces of our dreams fly off
to meet and kiss and create another reality
if only i could pull
all the pieces of the rainbow back together
into another snow-filled hollow
where we collapse
laughing red-faced with good humour
and a little wine
what a lark
didn't you see their faces
when we said
oh
it's wonderful to be alive
to stretch out supple fingers
to grasp
cling
hold
tug at dreams
and soft sounds in the air
pulling them down close
and loving them
don't pause to ponder
just be
be
be
and in that being
laugh deliriously for the joy of death
what colours do the dead see?
do they see
the blues of our sorrows?
or the red
raving red
of our angers?
or is it all black
black
black
of the shroud lowered gently
to cover the ever-sleeping corpses
of those who cared?
why then comes the tenderness
that was never shown during the life?
here is the knife
you bastard
my gift to you
blood
blood dripping from the hilt
the blood of a thousand murders
i give it to you
for you crave the killing
as the silence craves the night
kill
kill
kill me
slash
rip
stab me
while i laugh in your face
breathing the stinking rot
of a million grave ghosts
mocking you
for despite all your power
all your weapons
you cannot truly kill me
how can you harm the already dead?
lone fingers of skeletal grace
swoop down
and lift me up
squeezing enough upon my stagnant body
to remind me of how dead i have become
i gasp in hate
but turn it in
in
in
in –
you will never
never experience the satisfaction of seeing me smile
your bony hands
pluck at my soul
trying to pick off the lint
of my longing for a soft word
you have destroyed me
ripped my mind asunder
rent it into a thousand pieces
and cast them into the wind
laughing dryly
as you watch them spinning down
to dance on non-existent moments
i have won
i am dead
you cannot touch me
beyond a superficial flailing
i have won
i spit in your face and laugh
as the acid sinks into your bones
eating away at all your filthy fantasies –
die damn you
die
come and join me in my private hell
i have beaten you there
and i clench my fists
and lift my arms in joy
because i have won
i am dead
you can no longer kill me
i am dead
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