Death Fantasia Death lays his icy hands on me, He leads me into His purple altar called Venue "Have a rendezvous with the demons See where the victor-victim bleeds, Your head will be shish kebab tonight Your life has been measured with a soup spoon," A computer voice said. Though I have wept, wept and prayed I saw my own head brought in upon a platter, Am I still the same headhunter Who has built career navigator? Tonight my own head will be grilled. The music in the altar becomes intense My head is in the center of fire, Tears dripped on the burning wood Like a crying candle My head is bloody but unbowed. Tell me if "TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT?" Tell me if you attended The wedding of body and brain last night When the flesh met the soul? "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? The demon screamed. With a pipe hanging from his mouth. I am, I am just asking If this soul ever had a rendezvous with my skin? If my hand ever touched the sin? If the silhouette of the my curves Ever went down with the sun in the west? I am just asking If romance should be selfish Please answer me If the Sunday bath in the Babylon bay Should be shamed? I am just asking If intellectual hatred is the worst Why everyone carries a head walking?" My vacant brain filled with gay ideas But the demons do not want any thoughts in my head They say the taste won't be tender. "We want the empty ones This head is too complicated The verses she made are not structured" One little demon yells in a sharp, high pitched tone: "Too much brain, too mach gravy! This mind has a thousand eyes!" Another demon opened wide his eyes, With a blanket wrapped around his head He disagreed "This mind has mountains and cliffs We can make CRAZY SALAD out of these Dimpled cheeks, oh, how funny!" There was another deep hoarse voice Came from a demon philosopher, "I have met her in her previous life In a tribe on the silk road. She was dancing in her red shoes Spreading her green skirt It was her, I can not be mistaken" I was surprised at what he said And whispered to him: "Fill your cup with my soul Although I can not call you my soul mate" Soon the feast was done, The King of demons came down "You fool, kneel now, make a prayer, your salvation will come soon." With a broken neck, I knelt upon the silken stool, I heard my inner pleading voice "Oh, God, be merciful to me, I am a fool! No pity, my lord, could change the heart. There is only one eye in my heart I can not change its color from red to deadly white Can not exchange innocence with sin." " My lord, can you hear my prayer? I was kidnapped by the villains When I took my nap. The code of my life is buried with the Egyptian mummies, Only a kiss from a frog prince can repair my neck My lord, let me have my eyes back, You told me that I have a pair of poet's eyes My lord, let me have my voice back You told me that I could sing like a nightingale I could write songs about angles in heaven My lord, let me have my ears back So I can hear the cries from the wild My lord, remember that night When I was thirteen, Under the moon I struck a deal with you That if you returned my vision and my voice back I would walk on the blades of knives" The altar was hushed in silence I see my whole body rising from the smoke Appearing on a big wall computer screen Then the programming code showed up line after line I see that my life has been repaired My blood is circulating to the head But where is my frog prince? WHERE IS MY FROG PRINCE? My cries echoing in the ghostly alter: "THOUT LOVE, I WOULD RATHER BE DEAD!"