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the servant

The clock chimes its toll
in an echoing house so still
labored breathing escapes my mouth
as I wake again
to hot breathe caressing my face,
pressure on my chest
and eyes that gleam from the pits of hell...
another task master?

Oh, God, have mercy, its back again,
its task completed much to soon,
sleepless nights and haunted days
since I called it forth
to fulfill one little task of desire
returning to me again and again,
day after day, night after night,
with its never wavering question...
another task master?

You are free, fiend of hell, I say.
"go back to your pit of desires.
It smiles so gleefully upon my chest,
jagged teeth and noxious fumes,
emanated from a sneering smile,
sharp clutching hands rend the air,
reaching towards my face...
another task master?

Wealth I have, as well as comfort
all emptiness in a haze of terror
Night and day, I sense you there
leering at my weakness and fear
waiting for that inevitable moment
when my mind will fail
listening for when I doze
to come and take your perch
and again speak to me
your words of submission...
another task master?

Let me rest, I say,
I need nothing from you now.
And with ice in my bowels
I see you smile
as your eyes fall upon my sex
a darting black tongue
extruding from your mouth
eyes firing with searing delight
and you look back at me again...
another task master.

Just send it off on another task, you say,
tell it to go and find jewels, gold, castles,
bring women, wine....anything!
ah ha, ha, ha
I pardon you ignorance
how can you know?
I have already tried these things
and more
Did you not hear me,
I am rich.
I have many comforts...
another task master?

Go and find me the thing,
I say, that can destroy you!
I watch as eyes blink back at me
in lack of comprehension
as your clawed hand reaches
and scratches at the scales
of your nether regions.
I said go and find me the thing
that will destroy you!, I shout.
Silence rules the world for a breath...
another task master?

-sigh-

Yes,
bring me the cup
that Socrates drank his last drink from.
No explosion, no puffs of smoke,
just nothing where something had been,
my little perfect servant gone to my task,
peace for a while
let sleep fall upon me
drifting in to oblivious rest,

another task master?