This Man

The ground grows cold under my starved body.
My vision gets hazy as I drift into dream...

He comes like he promised but a man follows him in
He’s so close, he has the key, just a few more steps
But the stranger knocks him down

What started as a tiny black spot, grew, and now,
This poor old man is consumed in the sickness

He crawls over to the cage
Trying to use his last bit of energy to save my life.
His faith and love so true, He puts the key in the lock
But the evil man gets him first, strangling him
I back up into the corner terrified, and watch unwillingly at this man.

This man, This man, of black robes of moss and rot
This man, This man, a smell so putrid and vile
I feel his cold eyes on me with not a tear of pity
He slowly backs away from my still healthy, breathing body

It must scare him
My health, my silky fur, the rhythm of my heart beating

That smell! I quickly awaken from the dream, the memory
My body now skinny, my fur now dirty and greasy
My slow, unhealthy heart beats attract him
I get nervous but anxious at the same time
Its been months since it happened

Yet my master, my best friend, still lay with his hand on the key
Rotting away and eternally looking helplessly in at me.

There he is, He appears in the shadows,
smiling with an eerie sort of glee

This man, This man, of black robes of moss and rot
This man, This man, a smell so putrid and vile
He has come for me in the end
Though I’m not as scared of his intentions

He walks up and grabs the key from the old mans boney hands
And, Finally, unlocks the cage
The prison I came to know so well

Finally, no more living off the occasional rat
That happens to wander to my side of the damp, gloomy room
No more waiting for water or sleep

He grabs me and holds me in his dead, cold arms,
“Hush now sweet kitty, you now belong to me,”
He whispers as I drift into a sweet dream

~BL