When was it that it happened,
the actual death?
Years of poisoning had left me immune to pain
Your attempts at seducing me to everlasting sleep
lulled me to your baseness.
I knew it all along, didn’t I?
Yet, keeping you busy in your malevolent games
was my game-plan.
You would not have guessed
pleased as you were with the dancing minions
of sedatives coating my food.
Surely it kept my thinking away from you
celebrating your success as you were
the dancing evil in your life
egging you on to poison, to kill
if only to rule a lost mind and a lost body
to conquer a free thought, a freer spirit.
the incantations must have given you power
but just a little of me , not all, not at all.
I have lived enough, to know enough
to know what I show of me to whom and when.
Go celebrate the kill
Go dance in the wilderness
the death is here
not of me, but of a little of me
and we are strangers you and I
PS: Reading Lazy Lazarus!