A dying man’s last words, “I truly hate her, but I can’t look away.” |
She Criss Dane She stares at me along the wall Her distant eyes affixed on mine A knowing gaze of vague recall Setting my soul’s skin to crawl As our obsessions intertwine Day in and out my life is hers I beg the urge to look away To break this incidental curse And turn her cloth to raging embers But that is for another day Today I look upon her still And swear she slips a frozen smile As I let her feast upon my will And scarce ignore the growing chill My essence fading all the while She knows my family well and long Arrived here from a dying fool And one by one her sirens song Has kept us chained within her throng Imprisoned by her sultry rule I can’t conceive what gave her life What baleful stroke from grisly hand That sent along this Reaper’s knife Malevolent and hunger rife To bleed my mind like slipping sand At times I’ve tried to break her force And run to daylight unaware So far behind that wretched source By night I run back screaming, “YOURS!” At which she casts a vacant stare In her time, she’ll find another When she’s had her fill of me When last I slip into the ether Flee my nameless priceless captor Only knowing her as She |