Death stood at the foot of his bed  woke himthumped his sole with Its knee

                                                                                sighedmaybe exasperated Open your eyes.

he chuckledmumbled  No  I donthink I will

I said open your eyes. menacing  though Its voice an effeminate aching falsetto

he thoughtquestioned Castrato  I don think so  He was using it as an irritanttrying to get under my skin

                                                                                                 thought Get it over with

Open your eyes.

If I did  will you be bluelit from insid . .

. . Like the stag?

    I thought you might have sent him

Yes.

        You surprised me when you didn’t veerwhen . . . you accelerated.

Made tha decision a long long time ago

                                            You killed it Shoudve come yourself

Myself. emitted a weirdwily laugh

                                        You can’t kill Death.

    No Apparently only your agents

                                        If I may  Want something doneright do it yourself

He thumped his sole again

                              I thought you wanted to see your death coming, not sneak up on you, not come in your sleep.

Yes I didnt think you were interested in interrupting my dreams

                                                                     Id think you were nothing more than commercialbreak an interruption

Open your eyes.

Wheredya find tha voice

                           Nasally  Whiny

If I had to Id guess dago or Jew tha part of the world    

Ancient civilisations

Ancient.

No doubt

           If human if alive   Birth  Death

Bookends

Literature

               Comix in between

You don’t want to see?

I donwanna see your timeless ugly puss

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