Death Sits Watching

Death sits watching 

Scythe to hand

Looking and waiting

For the weakest of men

He looks for battles 

He watches the wars

He looks to the hospitals

His favourite wards

He watches the lonely

He waits for the weak

He’s watching you

He’s watching me

Death sits watching

Scythe sharpened bright

Looking and waiting

To end someone’s life

 

TIME IS A TRICK

Alive of an overdose

I am fascinated with its song

Pink tongue behind perfect teeth

Tapping the musical notes I dare not speak


Humming inside this hospital of Hospitality

I am closing the corridor

And opening the gap

I have to finish this impossible last lap


Pictures of you in black and white

Colliding with my memories in full color

When we were spending grace, and saving our sinful

When love was ours by the spoonful


But now, I have to face my day

Even if I am staring at its back

Free will has always been an illusion

And time a tricky confusion


via Daily Prompt: Hospitality