Hypnotized by the alluring midnight black flowing hair
mimicking the curtains blowing in the ocean’s breath,
I’ve never had such a beautiful image of Satan
as I do right now, as I compose the symphony of my death.
I’m not someone who fancies the ideologies of satanism,
though he is who lurks when I am looking for a friend,
why wouldn’t you want to talk to someone with expertise
in constructing a scene as melodramatic as your end?
It’s not like I have a poor sense of direction or imagination,
it’s just that I get so fixated on the methods that I do NOT like,
for instance, stoning or drowning in a pool filled with sharks,
not fond of guns, asphyxiation or stabbing with a spike.
I tend to obsess over the things that I don’t want to happen
instead of making happen the dreams that I wish,
I’d just hate to have to come to grips with growing soft inside
I wouldn’t want to be remembered as a spineless jellyfish.
© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com