Stygian

My Lady and Me

     LADY PARANOIA visits quiet often. Haven't you felt the drop in your throat? The shiver of anxiety? I know you have...
     She visits me every night. Oh yes, every night. We chat, chitter, scream and cry together. Oh don't worry it's just lovely to be with at least someone who understands me and my woes at night. It's just so lonely here in this cold darkness, feeling nothing and yet everything all at once.
     We go out together, hand in hand, visiting the folks we've been meaning to get to for a while. You see, we both have duties to attend to. Why not handle them together.
     She and I work wonders with each other by our side. Watching people of the mortal world go insane from the fear she so lovingly obliges to them. In fact, she does such a good job, they end up giving themselves up... to me.
     I smile at her as with each home we visit, a new soul is presented openly. A new child of our own love that we get to coddle and cradle in our cold and lethal arms...
     Why, it's just lovely, working with the peace-ending, suicide-inducing, beautifully corrupting, Lady Paranoia.
     After all, I am the one and only man to rightfully carry her her hand in mine.
   
     I am Death. Pleasure to meet you.
     Has my Lady come to greet you yet? No? 
     Oh don't worry... She'll join you and me when all the lights...
      Go...

      out...