Halls of the Dark Muse

So I was reading this poem someone wrote (not here) that was all woe is me....I am just going to wallow in self-pity and contemplate sucide becasue something bad happend to me in the past. And it does get to be a drag reading all these poems from people willing to render themselves helpless so I wrote this as my response to that.

And I thought I would stylistically play with it.

Madame Mort

My dear,

the look within your eyes
....is priceless

from here I can smell the fear
.....taste the blood upon your lips
tracing lines through your sweat

you thought
I would simply waste away
.....weep endlessly
cover my head, close my eyes
......never wake,
wallow in self-pity
.....be shackled
by memories

My darling,

what good would that ever do?
......you presumed me to be weak
but now you plead
upon your knees

your lips tremble
with saliva dripping
......down your chin
if only you could see yourself
.......now


Let's have one more kiss
for old times sake
......I know things did not turn out
as you thought they would

My dear,

why ever would I kill myself
when killing you instead would be
........twice as fun


Bon voyage!