Lullaby Whispers of Thanatos
Slumber’s lullaby,
a golden street-paved lie.
For in the shimmering
clouds of hope
a blackness does reside.
Place yourself on a mountainside,
a glacier, calm and clear
where ice will laugh
at the sun-ray’s wrath
and stay just as chill
and he will whisper sweetly, smooth
like honey melon dew,
that if you think it’s pretty
it’d be better with your crimson smear.
Dream of a luscious forest
where elves and fairies prance
and streams of silver glisten, shine
and he will scream
“They’re too good for you!”
and you’d be kinder to do like the samurai do
seppuku
on the nearest and sharpest branch.
Let your mind wander to the beach
of copper sunset sands
where the ocean’s tide sings
against the sky
and he’ll give you a sinful cry
that your presence disgraces
Nature’s orchestra and pollutes
the water’s band. That if you cared
for its sweet song you’d let it carry you along
and take you for a deadly ride
beneath that talented tide.
For all the beauty in the world
he’s there to create the bad.
You want to live and enjoy the sights
but he’s in your dreams
and he wants you
Dead.
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