To Victor (a song lyric)

To Victor 

(a song lyric)

Coming apart...

I was coming apart at the seams

and it occurred to me

that I 

was made

by a mortal hand.

My mismatched arms,

irregular hands and feet,

just pieces

stolen

for a profane plan.

Our makers are not the same,

I know my maker by his exact name.

If God is your father

then could I not claim

to be

the son of god?

A paradise

or an eternal sleep,

did you steal me from these?

Or did you pull me

from the fires of Hell?

Did you think about me

as anything more

than the winning blow 

in your one sided war 

on death?

Our makers are not the same

I know my maker by his exact name.

If God is your father

then could I not claim

to be

the son of god?

And what sort of god would you be?

A god of horror it would seem to me.

Me, the being,

the body

that proclaims your word

of a light,

striking soulless breath 

into the stolen deaths

of pieced together lives.

Hesitations

Hesitations

When he saw the black cat step out of some shrubbery and onto the sidewalk ahead of him he stopped walking. When the black cat saw him it froze in its place as well. The cat's eyes and his locked. 

He wasn't superstitious, but for some reason that “black cat crosses your path” thing always made him hesitate momentarily when he came across an unfamiliar black cat. If the appearance of a black cat was sudden he would, just like now, actually stop walking. It was usually just a pause but it was completely involuntary. 

Breaking eye contact with the black cat he smiled flatly at the unexplainable ways of the mind, made a slight and dismissive snort, and continued on his way.

When the black cat stepped onto the sidewalk and saw the man he stopped walking and stared into the man's eyes. 

The black cat wasn't superstitious, but the old saying “Bad luck to the cat crossing a green-eyed man's path” usually always made him freeze in place and lock eyes with any green-eyed man he encountered.

The black cat narrowed his golden eyes slightly at the thought that he should possibly be concerned about anything that couldn't actually catch him. It was particularly absurd that he should be cautious about green eyes which, if need be, he could rather easily and quickly claw into an unrecognizable mess of blood.

The black cat looked away from the green-eyed man, gave a quick and dismissive flick of  his tail, and continued on his way.