I am a godless heathen

That breathes the scent of death

With a voice like a pagan hymn

An amorphous existence

Shrouded in black robes of fear

A thousand full moons have waned

Into my silent eternal darkness

I have stalked you since your birth

Peering into my satanic scry

I have seen the travails of life

Batter a soul that once exuded

The inexorable stench of joy

And when you abandoned hope

Unwittingly letting your guard down

To my stealthy subliminal attack

My sadistic being exalted

I slithered into your subconscious

Creeping under the crevices

Of a frail weathered mind

I probed the tendrils of your thought

And devouring the despair therein

I grew stronger and stronger

From the sinews of a troubled psyche

I fashioned gloom, wrought helplessness

You turned into my marionette!

Whimsically, I pulled some strings

And your knuckles whitened

Clutching the gun’s shiny metal

Index finger slowly pulled the trigger

BOOM! A scarlet spray of blood

My name is Suicide and you my dear are

Dead.

Black leaves encase the crimson skyImpaled intermittently by an angry explosion of lightThrough the dark lattice I watch the forlorn swingDangle dolefully even as it is mercilessly pummelled by ink like rainThe wind’s howls echo my lamentationA night-cloaked figure slithers silently up a limb of the treeObserving me in derisionSporadic lightning illuminates the invective visageMy own, the sky turned into a satanic scry.