Deathbed

There you lay bed bound with erratic movement
Like a slowly dying catfish flapping and gasping
Your death rattle a cacophony of gurgling sounds
Speech escapes you but the fear in your eyes does not
You look like a man facing a firing squad or the gallows
I look at you and to be honest, I feel actual revulsion
I feel like I need to explain things to you on your deathbed
This explanation should not be taken as a sign of weakness

“You know, death is never pleasant by its very nature
No one truly wants to die; we’d live forever if we could
One thing is for sure, we all die, eventually everybody dies
There is nothing for you to fear, you die then it’s nothing
Don’t fear heaven or hell. They honestly don’t exist
I suppose what worries you is exactly the when and how
I’ve been torturing you now for five hours now. Power
And traditional tools to the point that you want it
You want it quickly, speedily and as pain free as possible
Sorry I don’t do pain free, depending on your answers
To the following questions I might grant you speed
Don’t expect an apology, I am proud of my work.”

Do you love me?
Do you really love me?
Do you want to be my lover?
Do you want to join my family?
Are you honoured to be my victim?
Do you love the pain I give you?
Despite me popping your eyes can you see my love for you?
Despite me burning your flesh can you feel my lust for you?
Do you love me?
Do you really love me?
I thought not