Death Boy

Dusty as a sand snake,
you slither
leaving a trail
of dust, blood and bones,
a graveyard storm.
You shove fists
of thunder and
lightening bolts
down the throats
of anyone in your way.
Bone white.
Devil smile.
Devil's child?!
You used to hear your sister
~~panting~~
in the room next to yours
and stroke to the rythym
of a witch doctor's drum,
entranced, enchanted,
~~drifting, drifting~~
literally dying to get inside.
*knock, knock, knock*
"Tommy?"
It's her!
He stares at the closed door
conjuring her beautiful face,
he looks like a wild dog
staring down the
grill of a MAC truck.
"Tommy?
Tommy?
TOMMY?"
^Call my name again.^, he thinks.
"Tommy? Mommy's praying again.
She's been worried 'bout you.
Frankly, I am too.
Tommy?"
^Mmm, that's it.^, he grins to himself.
"Are you okay, Tommy?
Look, let me in, please."
^Oh, let you in!! That's rich!
All I want is to be let in, bitch^,
he scornfully scowls at the door.
"Just a minute, sis, I'm okay", he lies,
finishing with a wipe of his hand,
a straightening of his clothes,
and returning his face
to the facade of a kind smile.
He opens the door and
she embraces him,
tears framing her face.
He returns her embrace,
as the burning fires
of hell roil inside him.
He grits his teeeth
and smells her strawberry hair.
"Jeez, Tommy!
What's gotten into you?
You're all sweaty.
Are you sure you're okay?
Maybe you should just lie down...
~~drifting, drifting~~
You smile the Death Boy smile,
Tommy boy.
With your tombstone mind
and your brimstone style,
you smile,
because home's just another mile...
you slither
leaving a trail
of dust, blood and bones,
a graveyard storm.
You shove fists
of thunder and
lightening bolts
down the throats
of anyone in your way.
Bone white.
Devil smile.
Devil's child?!
You used to hear your sister
~~panting~~
in the room next to yours
and stroke to the rythym
of a witch doctor's drum,
entranced, enchanted,
~~drifting, drifting~~
literally dying to get inside.
*knock, knock, knock*
"Tommy?"
It's her!
He stares at the closed door
conjuring her beautiful face,
he looks like a wild dog
staring down the
grill of a MAC truck.
"Tommy?
Tommy?
TOMMY?"
^Call my name again.^, he thinks.
"Tommy? Mommy's praying again.
She's been worried 'bout you.
Frankly, I am too.
Tommy?"
^Mmm, that's it.^, he grins to himself.
"Are you okay, Tommy?
Look, let me in, please."
^Oh, let you in!! That's rich!
All I want is to be let in, bitch^,
he scornfully scowls at the door.
"Just a minute, sis, I'm okay", he lies,
finishing with a wipe of his hand,
a straightening of his clothes,
and returning his face
to the facade of a kind smile.
He opens the door and
she embraces him,
tears framing her face.
He returns her embrace,
as the burning fires
of hell roil inside him.
He grits his teeeth
and smells her strawberry hair.
"Jeez, Tommy!
What's gotten into you?
You're all sweaty.
Are you sure you're okay?
Maybe you should just lie down...
~~drifting, drifting~~
You smile the Death Boy smile,
Tommy boy.
With your tombstone mind
and your brimstone style,
you smile,
because home's just another mile...
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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Comments
So, I'm glad it creeped you out! Means it's doing it's job! Thanks for the read and comment, sweetie! Sorry if it's not your thing.
creepy indeed. but I love it!
I'm not the kind of person who'd write creepy stuff but I do occasionally enjoy reading some.
the first time I started reading this I didn't have the time to finish it and I was almost freaking out about it.
I can never, I mean never leave something creepy like this unfinished.
good stuff.
Jason
i was caught up in that one... wow... pretty intense stuff... looks like Clive Barker is as big an influence for u as is for me
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
Leaving is for the answering machine.
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
JDE-PJ!
Mystique420!!! Good eye!!!
{{{coach}}}, you're a doll!!!
depopulous, merci buckets!
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