Death

Barker: Look around while you still have breath.
Look around, you’re quite near Death.

Death wears many masks.
Gasps and rasps scuttle
in my wake like flakes
of sound chipped off of sorrow
pouring bucket-full’s of borrowed
time. There are signs
before and after me. I come
and you become undone.

It’s really rather disturbing
to look at me.
Like the sun,
I blind.
Your mind
won’t last
in my grasp.

Sometimes I’m beautiful.
Sometimes I’m merciful.
Sometimes I’m doubtful.
Sometimes I’m horrible,
terrible, unbearable,
I’m un-scareable.

You won’t stop me,
not with guns or gaze,
not with water or blaze.
I come when I come.

Sound banging on door starts

It’d be best if you forgave me.
I’m doing you a favor, see?