Tuesday, July 10, 2012
The Creeping Eyes of Azrael
I notice the creeping eyes of Azrael lurking behind me, beaming briefly among the darkness of alley ways and black crevices, waiting to pounce. He is angry. He once felt so privileged as I chased him until that day, standing side by side, he opened his arms for an embrace and I (in haste) refused his comfort, his friendship. I bypassed him and he has followed me since. I sometimes feel him slither into bed with me, only to renege upon hearing my shouts and screams BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD. And yet he rarely approaches me any more. I usually ignore him, sobbing, weeping, begging for my embrace. No! But On Occasion I notice the creeping eyes of Azrael lurking behind me.