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I keep death prisoner

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Death waits for me at the door.
Like looking into a mirror.
Skin dripping off bones.
I keep it locked away.

Boots click on the concrete floor
It paces back and forth in its cell
Beating the walls
Feeding on the dark

Its plea is tempting
Spoken through a crack
"I'm waiting for you
Let me free you from this"

It pants and houls and waits for a fall
Licks the air for blood
Tastes my weakness
Waiting and watching

I give it nothing
I have nothing to give
I keep it prisoner
A trophy in my cellar

(Inspired by a line from "The Collector" by John Fowles)

Updated 11-15-2009 at 05:29 AM by kevinthediltz



  1. Dark Muse's Avatar
    OOh I really like this, very wicked cool. I love Fowles, I want to read The Collector.
  2. kevinthediltz's Avatar
    Thanks Muse. The book was given to me by a very special someone and I love it so far. Its very raw and sinister. Read it if you have the chance. I bet you would love it.
  3. Dark Muse's Avatar
    It sounds like something I would like.
  4. IJustMadeThatUp's Avatar
    First: This is so dark and dramatic. The last line is my favourite.

    Second: I LOVE The Collector - I'm so glad you liked it!
  5. Virgil's Avatar
    It's certainly dark and I think over dramatic. I think you're trying too hard here Kevin. And those last two lines actually raise more questions than anything. How does one keep death in the basement? And death is a trophy? How? This one doesn't work for me.
  6. IJustMadeThatUp's Avatar
    Maybe the fact that he has death locked away for the time being is a trophy? It's a temporary victory every day that you continue to live?

    That's the way I looked at it.
  7. kevinthediltz's Avatar
    Thanks all for reading.

    Virg: ^ She pretty much got it. Its the idea of keeping death your prisoner as aposed to the other way round; Living everyday with the fear of death hanging over you.
  8. skib's Avatar
    A nice bedtime story.