Perpetual Dismemberment

Once upon a soft summer night,
My gaze turned towards a stars white light.
As always came a Daemon, blood stained scimitar in hand,
To hack me into little pieces and spread them along the sand.

The Linear Time Perspective

The power of the melancholy over lost youth is mighty. As the days ahead grow fewer than those behind I find the weight of regret tiresome. Fortunately I fear oblivion above all other things. I hope I live long enough to have my brain downloaded into a robot body. I will watch the last star wink out and lament the myriad lost worlds.

Samurai

I know that I
I don't know why
This time I'm gonna die

I tell you I will wait
On the other side
My life has sealed my Fate

On my horse I ride
To my suicide
For the sake of pride

Gone

Gone, gone are the words she said
They are gone she said
Moving on love that way
Move on that way
Would that I know the way
I have lost my way
I take my life today
The end was what she said

Please my prophecy make the blessed pay,
steal them from the gates of dawn and cast their souls away.

It crawled

It crawled through the muck beneath the grey stone bridge, under a grey sky as the last bit of sunlight seeped away, always careful not to let it touch its pale flesh. It's victim was just ahead walking down the cobblestone path that quickly turned to dirt as it left the village. The fat bipedal creature staggered a bit but plodded on oblivious to the death that stalked it. To you he would be a man, something who's passing should be morned. To him"it" was not a man, not a father, not a respected member of society, it was merely food and it would be consumed clothing, bones and all. As the food staggered one final time he, with lightning speed, was swept from the path into the now dark woods. The food let out a scream as sharp thick nails dug into flesh and as quickly as it came the scream was squelched as it bit deeply into the mans throat. The man managed only a gurgled whimper as it drank from the abundant blood welling up from the horrible wound. It consumed the warm liquid until that which pumped it ceased and there was naught left but meat. It opened it's jagged maw and, as if it were some machine from the nether regions of the abyss built for the sole purpose of consuming flesh, consumed the man. It then lapped at the pool of bloody bile until even that was gone.

Hours passed as it crept through the night. Another village lay in the valley below. Small wispy tendrils of smoke stream from the tips of chimneys illuminated by the nearly full moon. On the path just ahead another biped stumbles unavoidably towards doom.

I ate a bug

"I ate a bug. It was by accident but the deed is done. They told me not to, they told me that I shouldn't kill or trespass something or use God's name in vain. Words so ancient they have changed their meaning." He spoke these words into the ancient oaken wood smelling of oil soap and sin. "My son" his soft disembodied reply filtered through from the other side, "it is not wrong to eat a bug by accident. Have you some other sin to confess?" I thought. There seemed to be no room for error. The sentence was so short and concise. THOU SHALT NOT KILL. I pictured the burning bush saying this to Mosses believing himself to be plain so as to be understood by even a child. He should have known better, being God. He should have sent a lawyer. "With all due respect, sir" I mustered up my best speek, "when I swallowed the bug I am pretty sure it died. How is it that this is not a sin." There was a pause from the other side. I heard him shift his weight. "The original Hebrew text read Thou Shalt Not Murder. Rasah means murder and was mistranslated in the King James and earlier translations. Since you accidentally killed the bug it was not murder." There was a pause again, "My son. Is there something else troubling you? Surely you have not come to confession just to tell me about eating a bug." "Yes" I said with no small amount of trepidation, "I have murdered w-a-y more bugs than I have eaten".