The Memories of Death's Angel

I give up the fight and let myself freefall,
Clothed and protected by nothing, except the breeze
Which envelopes about my body,
Draining away my heat, my only source of life,
My fire that once burned with love’s eternal flame has been
Finally put out.

My head spins with confusion.
Too many thoughts,
Not enough time to think them all through,
It’s as if I can literally feel a noose around my neck,
Time is but a block of ice beneath my feet
Slowly melting away.
With each passing second I grow closer to death,
And with each passing second I open my arms,
My entire being to this thought of the end all, be all- no more suffering.

Maybe I’m just insane,
Because I’m not caring as I fall.
I’m not screaming,
Not crying.
Just an emotionless shell
Being beaten by the sea’s waves.
An endless session of Chinese water torture,
Amongst the sunken ships, rotting.

Like a putrid lake of hot tar bubbling,
Mixed with the scent of decaying corpses,
That lay in a pile underneath the floorboards.
Not killed quickly, suffering, and struggling to survive.
A touch of concrete within the door way,
Keeping them forever inside until the floor boards rotted,
And the bodies lay in one, tangled pile of broken limbs and flesh.

The bite marks can be seen clearly,
Where the one who went mad from starvation first
Grabbed the arm of the nearest being,
And purged himself on the flesh of his own kind,
Only to be beaten to death by human fists by those who were
To follow his fate shortly after.

Their passing I can only imagine
In the depths of my mind.
For I am the one who put them there,
I caused their pain and laughed inside,
Until I felt I might burst open with
The pure euphoria that I felt.
Hearing their cries of anguish,
All but wasted and in vain, for humanity could hear them not.
All ears deaf to their suffering but mine own.

Echoing in the air like a lament
Put to song by the voices of many
In some hidden demonic church of hatred,
Where the light of hope shines no more.
I once walked through those halls,
Human sacrifices lay writhing on marble alters,
While possessed wraiths indulge their hunger on fresh organs,
Eating the screaming victims alive, quite literally.

I recall each shining detail,
For I play it over in my head many times.
Until it seems like one endless memoir of a prolonged, tortured, death.
And I killed this one with all but a small knife,
Pity, I was inclined to use something larger, however,
The victim would have passed into death much too quickly.
One must not rush into dying, one must suffer it,
Breathe until your last breath is spent.

So much time this woman wasted screaming,
So much energy spent and lost.
For did she not understand that her cries only excited me more,
I fed off her pain, off her fear. Foolish are we,
Nothing but mortals yet terrified to face the very end of ourselves.
I spat on my palm and gripped the knife’s ice cold handle,
The weapon fit like it was part of my hand as I plunged the blade deep
Into her calve muscle and cut downward with one smooth motion,
Leaving a long, deep gash in her flesh.

Her breathing quickened, eyes wide from terror.
The pure whiteness of her eyes bore into me
As she wondered if she’d survive to see the sun of morrow.
I smiled deviously and began ripping the cut open further with my hands,
Human skin is easily pierced; however tearing takes much more force.
Her skin was moving from beneath the surface,
Like a million spiders were crawling through her,
Making her muscles move, but I knew that it was only my hand.

Her calve muscle was now almost detached from her bone
And she lay beneath me, screaming in terror and immense pain.
Foolish girl, she was doing nothing but wasting the life of her own.
I pulled out one hand, covered in warm, thick gore,
Using the small knife on the table beside me, I cut the muscle from
Its rightful place, and lifted it up to my mouth.
It was steaming with essence and smelled metallic,
So enthralled by this scent, this feeling was I that
I consumed every last bit of the meat,
Filling my mouth with a heavenly taste of iron,
Staining my teeth a scarlet red.

I can not imagine what this girl was feeling,
Watching me eat her flesh away.
I proceeded to dismember the rest of her muscles,
One by one, and soon she slipped into unconsciousness
From loss of blood and sheer terror.
Her innocent face was smeared with her own blood of wine,
Which dripped down onto the marble in running streams and onto
The ivory floor. The glistening white of her bones mixed with her
Scarlet essence was of blood on snow. She was beautiful now that
Her body imprisoned her soul no more. I am a savior of human kind,
They just do not realize it. For I give them death, the gift of eternal life.

I sliced open her stomach, her entrails steaming,
I was careful to rip each organ, and piece of skin away
Until there was nothing left of her but a gleaming
Skeletal piece of art, touched with red oil paint.
No remorse did I feel, I had saved her,
From life, from herself, and in sweet ecstasy I feasted
On the remainder of her delicious flesh.
With nothing but the company of a corpse,
To ease the silence.

Which cut through me like the large, serrated knife I used to
Dismember another poor man, who had murdered his own family.
His wife he beat until she was bloodied and dead,
His daughter, drowned by his own hand.
My deed repaid god for his sin,
With each cut I made I was saving his soul.
First I detached his feet at the ankle,
He squirmed under the chains and screamed out,
But this only made me smile.
He should have known that God’s angel would get him,
He should have known that I,
The seraph of death would purge his soul of all sin.
Two cuts by the knee, and a swift pull was all it took to
Remove his legs. Limb by limb,
Piece by piece, I dissected him alive.
And then came time to grant him his salvation.
I removed his ears with the strength of my own hands,
Plucked out both his eyes gently, so that I would not
Destroy the ball of beautiful blue.
His nostrils I slit, his tongue I cut out,
The fingers and toes I saved.
Finally, the last touch,
I pulled out a needle and thread,
Which I used to stitch his mouth closed,
So that his screams would be those of silence, forever.

Using the string and bits of his bone,
I made a necklace out of his ears,
Eyes, tongue, fingers and toes.
An emblem of my status with god,
A symbol of my power as an angel of death.
I was indeed, the lord’s prophet on earth,
Humanity’s one and only savior.

But it is now time for my own life to be given as a sacrifice
To the lord almighty and powerful.
Death I shall meet with a smile,
For I am indeed
One last poetic line,
To one last love song,
Because forever is no more.
I’ve become but the words of a lover’s requiem.