tell the angels to chime their bells
the king' silver blade has found me
finally putting an end to my martyrdom
a crowd has gathered around me now
ready for a show sent from heaven
or hell
I can already hear satan's ballad upon my arrival
among the many, I only notice one face
liquorice lips noticeable from a mile away
a devilish grin creeping on them just as our eyes meet
I wouldn't expect less
you prayed to see me like this
crossed your toes and bit your cheek
the rabbit's foot under your pillow must've been worth
the loss of sleep
in a matter of seconds, the rope will be let go
silver meeting flesh
your favourite tune
you count each finger as their grip lessons
my gut clenches
my throat tightens
people are cheering now
I never once break our eye contact
as the sun reflects the blades descent against your irises
brown like the dirt at your feet
and like a lamb to the slaughter
I watch my life cave in on itself
-ken m
3/25/20
