Poem -

My suicidal cure (part 7)

Dance a jig with me

What sweet delectable flesh,

Do I perceive here before me?

Tears flowing like a river,

Cascading down her cheeks

Like a deluge after a storm.

What joy it awakes within my breast,

To see such superfluous suffering!

Now, now love, let me watch awhile, 

Make heads and tails from your tale.

Let me listen, as you sobbingly converse,

Upon your personal downfall.

What pity your heart does break,

From rejection of your lover.

*

Outside you see me not, a faceless man I am,

Inside my beast roars, eager for pursuit,

All around, all see your anguish,

Yet none commiserates your pain.

I shall follow discreetly, 

Observe from a distance, 

My hunger for you will soon be sated.

From you I will drink deeply...

Night will soon be upon us

And we can soon play,

A dance of sultry suicide for you

And peaceful rest for me.

*

In the dark I stand,

Enveloped like a vampire,

Seeing you cry within your kitchen.

Wow!

How angry you do become,

Whatever did that cellphone tell you?

All good, it fits the scene we shall play.

*

How peaceful you look within your bed,

Tissues spread far and wide,

Like wild flowers in the country side...

How pulchritudinous!

Your symetrical shape...

All scrounged up feotal like,

Arouses...unexpectedly!

I shall take perverse delight in our dance tonight.

*

The noose is ready,

Swinging gently to and fro...

Waiting...

Such gentle breathing escapes your mouth,

Softly...quitely...almost deathly...

Such a pity, a fragile rose like you,

Should perish before it wilts,

So young, bewitching, intoxicating

And quite inteligent according to your walls!

Who knew?

*

There our dance is done!

I will leave you to dance on without me.

It was fun while it lasted,

A lively jig you were.

A gentle kiss upon your purple lips,

Final glance into your glassy eyes,

Bulging like a frogs...

Your beauty remains but your spark is gone, 

One last push,

So you can swing,

To and fro, to and fro,

Gently, rhythmically to the reapers beat,

I leave you swinging,

As I bid goodbye with a final bow.

*

Within your bouquet,

I shall leave my card,

Two red carnations,

Before I depart...

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