The Requiem of His Angel

A RENT poem

by Don Juan's Red Death

I see you there, dressed all in red.

You always cared but now you're dead.

Your black hair shines in the light

I never thought you would lose this fight.

Your last words broke your honeyed voice,

"don't go." I begged but you had no choice

You squeeze my hand and still my pleas.

My eyes are sad and my pain won't ease.

Your soft voice does not comfort me,

and I force back the tears.

You're voice feeble, broken, weak, only hurts my ears.

No day but today were your last words.

Not a more useless phrase have I ever heard.

No day but today.

What does that mean anyway?

It is the last words I will ever hear you say.

A simple 'I love you' would have been nice.

Or even 'good bye' would have sufficed.

Something I hear everyday,

anything but no day but today.

For this day was your last and now don't you see.

How much those four words have wounded me?

Couldn't you've picked something else to say?

On this your last day... no day but today.

My love and my angel, my baby, my girl.

Who do you think you are?

Leaving me in this world.

You said you'd be my cover,

You became my lover.

And cloaked me in 1,000 sweet kisses.

But kisses aren't enough, no not anymore.

Your lips are cold and your dying for sure.

The nurse hands me a needle, just as you had asked.

Perhaps showing my love will mean this awful task.

She leaves with a smile and a shake of her head.

And I sit down next to you at the foot of the bed.

Reaching for your arm I cry and find no life

Still I plunge the needle in out of painful strife.

You're dead, angel you're worn out and tired.

A thousand kisses are not enough and your heart has expired.