Praying For A Feast

I know you are waiting in the wings
diligently reciting your lines
until you know them so well
you can ad-lib your every performance

I can feel you edging ever nearer
your desire growing every day
for another chance to feed
on the fruits of a feast of fear

Will you find me in my final hours
and prey upon me with your prayers
your parasitic smiles
masquerading as compassion

Will you try to lure me inside
your chapel in the hotel California
with promises of everlasting joy
as you sharpen your steely knives

And when I decline your humble offer
is it sadness I will see in your eyes
or the perverted joy of the beast within
preparing for the coming feast

Lo, it will be your terror which is unveiled
as you warn me of consequences dire.
It will be your demons searching for comrades
to justify your position as their keeper

But you will not let your demons off the leash
and set them upon me in glorious freedom
lest I slaughter them with laughter.
No, you will keep them chained to your fears

And when my heart and lungs are still
you will drag your demons home again.
Petting them, you will say, "we did our best"
and make promises to exercise them again.

Then, clinging to your augmented reality
you will say prayers to your superhero
unconcerned that it is only you who listens
while your demons.contort your inner self

Do you think you are deserving of my pity?
No! You think it is me who should be pitied
while you strive ever harder to spread your fear.
That I cannot forgive, and is the reason I despise you.

~:~

On a lighter note, 'tis Sunday, and the first song out of my phone's music player this morning was:

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