his dragon breath curls around my ear 

his ghastly appearance 

sends chills down my spine

he nails curl in the shape of a hook 

he walks with precision

he offers me a cup of blood 

the smell is nauseating 

his eyes are a calming blue 

his body is fragile 

his eyes are sunken in 

his ribs are thinly sliced with tissue left on him

he voice sounds like gravel 

his legs are strong 

and covered with muscle 

his shoes are curved 

in the shape of bones 

he wears a velvet cape 

adorned with gold patterns

his tattoo's on his body are pictures of moons dipped in blood

he hangs around me 

his very existence 

depends on me 

I can tell by the way he hangs the clock around my head 

and grabs his face 

in frustration 

everytime 

I grab the rope around my neck 

and then take it off 

I grab the sleeping pills 

and then I throw them in the toilet 

I grab the gun and cock it to my head

and someone how the bullets are never in it.

He whispers in my ear 

and his voice trails 

down my neck 

and I giggle 

and he brings his pale lips to mine

and breaths into my mouth

he tastes earthy 

my eyes close 

and I breathe him in like  oxygen 

and he pushes me onto the bed 

and we fall through the mattress 

and land under the dirt and

the bones break our fall 

and the roots 

push into my body like thorns

and cause's me to bleed 

 and he looks me in the  eye

and says guess where you are? 

I say hell 

no you're under the ground 

kary is in the casket next-door 

 I know you have been crying lately about her 

so I wanted to bring you here to show you she's okay 

she's just sleeping 

go wake her up, my friend

The door opens and closes;

no footsteps follow.

No voice or breathing.

Silence.

Someone, no, something

grabbed my hand in theirs.

Clammy yet leathery,

Gray skeletal hands held

mine tight with gold rings 

on each finger.

Then a whisper. 

A beautiful, seductive, raspy

whisper. 

I turn to face it and am shocked.

Sitting next to my bed, 

is a man? A woman? 

I can't tell - there's no face!

A gasp escapes me.

Before I could stop,

I asked, quite rudely:

Why do you have

no face? Your black cloak

can't hide that.

A raspy whisper escapes,

from No Face.

Almost a laugh?

You have not done wrong

so you see no face.

Those who have see

the face

of their greatest victim.

It continues to talk;

in the whisper more,

seductive- no soothing.

How was your life?

Are you satisfied

with what you have done?

Any regrets?

I respond:

Great.

Yes.

Of course.

With each answer I grow

colder yet stronger?

It stares.

Deep into my soul, 

it stares.

One hand moves

and brushes a tear

rolling down my cheek.

You have lived well.

Now come with me.

It is time 

for your next journey.

Where am I going?

I'm not ready.

Please!

Somehow it managed,

to look like it smiled.

We are just walking. 

Come and 

walk with me.

But-

Shhhhhhh.

But I'm scared.

I know. Everyone is

when they meet me.

You had a good life,

so I will treat you well.

Let me show you

your reward.

Come, 

walk with me.

It stood there,

clammy grey hand outstretched.

Gold rings glistening.

Black robes waving gently,

in a nonexistent wind.

And I laid in my bed,

staring at its hand.

Thinking.

Contemplating.

I suddenly get up to walk,

confused at my new

strength. I turn

for one last look.

It stops me and

offers me its arm.

There's no need

to see what is back there.

No need to make yourself sad;

it is no longer your world.

You are ready,

which is why 

you feel as strong as you do.

You'll get more answers,

soon.

Now, let's go for our walk.