The Payment

The payment

By

Christopher L. Lisenbee

 

 

As I drift off to sleep, I began to dream a dream
of fire, the fire began to lick, began to lick my flesh
And as I watched, my flesh began to melt as though
it were a cube of ice floating upon the arctic water.
The rancid sweet smell of my flesh burning, did cause
my heart to fear, It ‘twas then that I knew from within
where I had been sent, for my sins,

I knew from the pain that I had met my judge, my judge.
And my jury, did I deserve this fate, this fate of hate?
For a life spent in squalor, with my idle hands upon her,
throat, I felt her life slipping, slipping into the ever after.
Her life force and mine, will now forever mingle,
as I have taken her soul and now she has found away to,
repay me for what I have done.

I spent my life chasing a false idol, now that I kneel before
his mighty alter, I finally feel the steel upon my flesh, and
it is now that it has become so perfectly clear, where it was
that I went so dreadfully wrong, the false prophet laughing
At me as I fell from his grace, when I lost the race, my time
upon this planet was fleeting but still, I turned my back on
his heeding.

The wolf was sent to me pleading, but my path was already
chosen, As if I had been frozen, I wish now that I had not,
gone hunting, and she was still breathing, that is the only,
way for me to escape, His chains are wrapped around me,
I scream but no one can hear me, I wish now that I had,
asked for his forgiveness, But I was too selfish.

I eyed my pride as my salvation, not knowing that I would,
fall upon my sword, the concrete beneath my feet, is as cold
as the predawn air that surrounds me, I follow as the guards.
are forced to lead me, I pray that my knees be strong enough,
to hold me as I see the chair laid out before me.

I hear the words from within the darkness, they comfort me not,
as I know my fate, I should not have lived within the hate, they
strap me down and shave my crown, the needle tears at me flesh,
I strain my neck and roll my eyes, but all I see are hallowed eyes,
each one there to bear witness to my demise. I am asked for one,
last request, I shut my eyes and focus my wit and tell them all. To

Bite my a*s, I watch as the fluid starts, it drips into a hose,
the hose coils as though it were a snake, It to strives to live,
another day. My heart beats faster and faster as if it can hear,
its own drum, my breath races and dries my mouth, The man,
in the corner reads from his scroll, but I do not care, I watch,
as the fluid draws near, With only seconds to go before the,
end I know for sure that I will one day grin, the grin of death,
upon my face, I wish I knew that I could have changed my fate,
the Payment was paid and now I am in hell, for thirty-seconds
of raw power I sold my soul to the devil.