Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry

Death's Assassin

Death's Assassin

by PJ Perry

Your conscience hasn't been sold

Yet you sleep at night

You haven't signed away your soul

But you can still eat a bite

You walk so tall

Though your dignity's stripped

You shouldn't be here at all

You should be lying in a crypt

You have no life

Yet you live and breathe

You clasp that knife

Still in it's sheathe

What you are is hard to swallow

You're empty to the core

Completely hollow

Of that I am sure

I see you looking hard at me

With eyes so vacant

I wonder what it is you see

There's something you find salient

There's a dark fascination

Tired with abuse

You use assassination

As a poor excuse

There's a line you can't cross

As much as you want to

I'm at loss

What do you want me to do?

Slight movements of body posture

Seem to call and beckon

Want me to bring closure

That's what I reckon

I move toward the invisible line

The one that's drawn halfway

My world's become more benign

Like it's judgement day

You meet me there

Lay out your demands

But I don't care

I only see what's in your hands

You can't touch me on this side

You murmur you have patience

Time has been set aside

For proper acquaintance

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