Cadaver ChaserA Poem by Daniel MaloneThis one is actually a song. The character is the basis of a novel I'm currently researching. It concerns a man who's only joy in life is derived from attending viewings and funerals...
He seemed to always hover in the corner of the darkness.
Never feeling sorry for the mourner or the carcass. Dark infatuation. He followed where death marches. Captured by the light in the depths of the dead marshes. Another day, another quest for decay. Now he's soaking up the grief in such a decadent way. I could never tell, if he's envious, or if it's something else. Maybe just a funny way of trying to confront himself. Another helping of misery and despair. If he would have known them, would he have even cared? Cadaver Chaser at funerals everywhere, in suits an odd mixture of ghoulish and debonair. Never stare in his eyes. Death resides there. Purposefully living in a permanent nightmare. Spending every minute in a funeral home. Surrounded by the grief till he's immune to his own. Obituaries are calling cards. Living off the energy leeched from fallen stars. His face as barren as Mars. In his black suit, with his black eyes, in his black car. Hunting for The Gate Of Hesperides. The living seemed to fuel his anxiety. Society crumbles in time. Death is forever... The equalizer. The engine that keeps us moving. The fear of it feeds the fire. Death makes him feel so alive. When the pyre's reflected within his eyes, feel his temperature rise. Like the eater of souls, he's increasing the force. Life source of the recently deceased on his fork. © 2013 Daniel MaloneFeatured Review
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AuthorDaniel MaloneEnon, OHAboutI'm a late 20's guy who has accomplished nothing other than being a father. I've always immersed myself in the arts, be it music, literature, or film. I'm a song-writer, vocalist, keyboardist, and dru.. more..Writing
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