Gone

Why do my eyes feel so tired?
Why do my hands feel so limp?
Is this a drugged sleep?
Or a dead one?

Why is this world so
perfect
When the other was chaos?
Do I miss that world?
Or do I cherish the
peace here?
Who will tell me about
this woman ghost?

She is covered in dark
mist
Her hands are long and bony,
The nails sharp and black
But her eyes…
Her eyes are dark in that
pale face, her cheekbones high
and angular
But, her eyes…

They watch me.

They flash with power;
Lightning rains in them, and I
see worlds collide and crash,
I watch a river of blood, and children
with their hearts torn open, their
eyes blank and reflective, walking
walking, walking…

She is so cold.
But she wants
my warmth, my
laughter, my
sun of memories.

She comes towards
me, hands outstretched,
Lady Death,
asking me for
forgiveness, asking me
for love.
That voice that
betrays whispers
Take her hand.
I can’t resist.
It won’t hurt…
Lady Death takes my
hand and pulls me close
Into her icy embrace
Into oblivion

But, she is so
gentle.

She kisses my forehead,
my cheek,
holds me close

And I forget.
And I forget.

And I forget
my world of
chaos, the other
of peace,
And I am no longer limp and
heavy.

I am flying, with beautiful
Lady Death as my wings.