the sound of death

screech !!! stab, needles in the brain, !!! red, purple, orange, amber - green fees accumulate. heart beats erratically; no way asset shrinks; debts shoot up poison in the blood in the organs - fire in the head: burn marks on the flesh; is all this even real? reality shatters and rats grow ten feet tall with a tail gigantic, curls twist indian rope burn on the chest. mourn not the angels sang, as darkness claws back up, try me. and try i did. life brazen life daring life horrific aftermath when darkness plays as virtue and vice, did god really say not to eat of the fruit? for you would be as god. same playbook, enticement: no harm trying i guess, vices become virtue; a good label stamps on christmas wrappings. with a drop of blessed water, that smells like pee. the worshippers seem not to notice, go about their routine like a well lubricated machinery, a software without bugs. smooth like aged wine, marbled kobe beef swish this concoction on your mouth/hold it till the arsenic begins to work. death pants; chases bodies crashing, only to rise like a bad horror show. slurp, slurp. death licks clean the plate of carnivals, circuses, pantomines of casted faces solidified to trophies hanging on a rod reaching to eternity. hellish fire or holy flame i doubt the latter; as skin rolls back; a pallid face sticks out a tongue, a funny face, i wanted to laugh instead ripped to ribbons delicious christmas wrapped in labels i no longer trusted. take that, a punched with many fists on imaginary foes - panting. feels like liberation, or death i suspect the latter when the eternal rod began to tremble, quake. symbols, seeds, stalks, roots, hearts flesh, spirits galvanized and yes some i rather they died forever.