Sarcome To The Charms

With my heart slamming vigorously,
Hard against my chest
My eyes staring distantly,
Wondering if it’s some kind of test?

You’re standing there before me,
With you hands upon your hips
I’m trying so hard to listen to you,
But my eyes are on your lips

A hand rises quickly,
And strikes at my face
I glare at you sternly,
As you try to put me in my place

My eyes shift slowly,
To your still suspended hand
Thoughts suddenly forming
You know more I will demand

A smirk forms on my lips,
But my eyes tell it all
A scream cut off quickly,
As you’re pressed against the wall

My hands tighten harshly,
On your soft and pale skin
Your feet kicking pointlessly,
Bruising my right shin

Your hands rising again,
And swiping at my face
Now it’s my turn,
To show you your place

Both hands going around you neck,
The grip tightening once more
Your voice failing to scream,
As I lift you from the floor

You suck in air,
And scream your last breath
You see a shadowy figure,
And know his name is ‘Death’

Finally you hands fall to you sides,
Your body slack within my arms
I always knew the truth,
That you would sarcome to my charms