Good Luck Charm

Oh yes, kill me

What else can you do?

No, what will be left, I ask

When you seize that

Which you know gives me life

And hold it ….

Even the carpenter’s vice

Will beg for mercy

At your skill at it

Yes, I am talking to you

Who else

If not the four of you

I am on the ground already

So I fear no fall

Asphyxia  hugging me

Not to talk of words

Which have long since travelled

To a destination

I would rather

Ask you….

I don’t know how you do it

But do it, you do, God!

Sometimes I wonder how mean

You can be

And whoever gave you the heart

To be so heartless

Is worth knowing

And aweing

So when you pose

Taking those practised positions

And pinions

With that gun you call a voice

Shooting down all that I am

you mean you don’t have a modicum of pity?

and when you people enrapture me

to that ninth cloud

Where returning

Is  a zillion times worse

Than a stab to the chest

You really think you should be forgiven, eh?

I face your chords

With all the might i can muster

Punching helplessly

To fight off what I can

As If I can

Never knowing

That behind me

the most handsome appearances

of gap-toothed blokes

two sets of twins

in a murderous mix

lie and lurk in wait

to devour what

if any

that will be left of my will,

their melody and rhythm

all the while sitting

cross-legged, like a partial umpire

with a satisfied smile

and a pitiful bob of head

waiting with a profound desire

for my breath to expire.

Eat my flesh, you cannibals!

Drink my blood, you vampires!
and let us see

What kind of taste

You will foam with

Or cud with

When you kick me

To kick the bucket

Or when you draw me

To your bottomless lure.

*tiring hiss*

@raptureisforme

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