a dream of a thousand cats

inspired by the story A Dream of a Thousand Cats from the Sandman comic by Neil Gaiman

I am a Sweet long-legged Redhead
and I Know what I need
and it's not you
but I'll Use you anyway

I just Smile at all those who have Bled
and I know what i need
and it's Not you
but I'll Use you anyway

Blood wakes up what Milk has numbed
and here I am - the Killer, the giver of Death
they Scream, being taken Captive in my fangs
I am their Death
and doing so, I Forget for an instant
about my own

I am all naked and hungry
and the Autumn leaves are Decaying sweetly
fallen on the lifeless bodies
rot to rot

Every step I take is Grace itself
my Eyes are Amber in Flames
I Cut the air like a Razor
I'm Silent and Lethal

the Moon cries Dust that falls upon my head
my ticklish nose is Giving In
letting out just a little piece of Weakness
that flies out on a sneeze

and I Remember Him,
how he Loved Me under the billions of Stars
and I Remember what he used to Say
and I Remember finding him next to Our Tree
with his Eyes Popped out
and the Smell of Betrayal
a Smell Mother Nature knows Not in our realm
a Smell of Poison coming out through his skin

Damn You, Hypocrites!
We will Never Serve You
We are as Free as the Wind
but How can you Give us so Much Love
in your Sweet Ignorance
Call me their Sweet Kitty
and Kill Him?
Lure us into your Warm Luxury
and Kill us all Inside
Numb us all, Destroy our Souls
you Know?!
No...

the Surface out there is as Hard
as your Stone Cold so called hearts
We kill the Innocent for Pleasure
We Use you with our Blood Cold
but we Don't Destroy
and Every Blink of an Eye
a Screaming Monster Whizzes Past
My head's about to Explode
and its Black, Rock Heavy feet
Crush
Crush
Crush everything
just as They Crushed my Baby Girl

and You have your pretty Shiny Knives
that are meant to slice the Bloody Flesh
of Stupid Dumb grass-eating things
that are here for us to Take
and one of your Beloved Children
just Grasped it in his hand
and Stabbed
Stabbed
Stabbed
and stained the dirt with the Blood of my Baby Boy
Not to Feel Alive like We Do
He was Just Bored

We Kill the Innocent for Pleasure
We Play with our Victims just like with Toys

But We Don't Destroy