In the neon canyons
where sighs blink
for desperate eyes
in the bewildered
streetlights,
and sex sells
whole new storylines,
full of untold lies.
Where inverted angels
walk uninvited
on the other side
And those demons
that we run from,
find us, no matter
where we hide.
The man walks
head bowed,
as if in prayer,
but no god
will hear.
Not one
he wants to hear
anyway.
He walks,
to make his confession
to the bartender
and the empty bottles
that leer down at him
when he isn’t looking.
“I have seen things
you won’t believe.
Things that now
I cannot unsee.
I was lost in a place of fantasy,
when the room split blood red.
I am the only one that survived.
Barely. Within an inch of my life.
I can hear the screams in my head,
I can hear the screams drop dead.”
There were dancers
squirming to the beat,
trippy dance music
controlling their feet.
The room moved,
like insects swarming
on a piece of rotten meat.
Then a countdown
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...
and as the clock chimed midnight…
The lights dropped
And the screams rose.
No one came out alive.
I don’t know what happened
in those shadows,
but I felt something close,
I could feel the cold breath,
I froze, cold sweat
clinging to my cloths.
In that moment I could only hear
the muffled sound of
my heart trying to escape.
The steady dripping, drumming
of blood coming from all around.
On its lips
the stench of death.
It breathed me deeply in,
like it was savouring the smell,
I could hear it licking its lips,
ready to feast
but then an uninvited angel
shone through the dark
and kissed a breath
into my soul and vanished
like a wisp of smoke.
And then I was alone outside.
I have no memory.
after the kiss,
just a sense of lightness,
like worry had ceased to exist.”
The bartender turns
and grins a snakelike grin
“I’m sorry my friend.
You didn't survive,
that was a wish
pulling you
into the afterlife,
now pull up a pew,
we have to talk about
the life you once knew.
Now it says here
you once killed a man...”
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