Pay the Piper

The Grim Reaper came around yesterday and told me that I have one week left before he comes back to collect my soul.  Shit, time really flies as it only seems like yesterday when I made that deal with him.  I tried to reason with him, telling him that I am 68 years old and since the average American male only lives to be 77, that if he just came back in another 9 years, that I would be more than ready to go with him.  I told the Grim Reaper that I had just met this fine-looking woman and I wanted to start the final chapter of my life with her.  He said that he was tired of hearing people beg for their lives and that I had nothing to negotiate with, but if I could find a talking raven, that maybe he would listen to the bird.

I searched high and low for a talking raven and everyone thought that I was stark raving mad for trying to talk with these birds.  My search seemed futile, but then a raven came knocking on my door at midnight.  I let it in and I fed it and I took care of it and we became good friends and she said that her name was Lenore.  We had some great conversations and I told the bird that I needed her to talk the Grim Reaper out of taking my soul.  The bird said, “You have been off your meds for two weeks and you need to start taking that Lithium again and get off of this crazy train.  There is no Grim Reaper and I am not a bird, I am your brain speaking to you, and I took on the guise of this raven, because I thought this was the only way to get through to you.  Promise me that you will start taking your medication again.”  I told Lenore, “Nevermore” and then I stopped talking to her after that.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where this week the prompt is collect.

19 thoughts on “Pay the Piper

  1. This one is even darker:

    Sing for me
    Sing for me
    You can come with me
    You can live with me
    Heal my soul
    Make me whole
    Sister, I lost you
    When you were still a child
    But I need you now
    And I need our former life
    I’m afraid to wake
    I’m afraid to love
    But just because I’m weak
    You can steal my dreams
    You can reach inside my head
    And you can put your song there instead
    Please, come to me
    Please, stay with me
    Please
    Sing
    Cry
    Cry
    Sing to me, raven
    I miss her so much
    Sing to me, Lily
    I miss you so much
    Sing to me, raven
    I miss her so much
    Sing to me, Lily
    I miss you so much
    Sing to me, raven
    I miss her so much
    Sing to me, Lily
    I miss you so much

    Source: Musixmatch

    Songwriters: Steven John Wilson

    The Raven That Refused to Sing lyrics © Hands Off It’s Mine Publishing, Songs Of Universal Inc., Hands Off Its Mine Publishing

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      1. This track explores the story of “an old man at the end of his life who is waiting to die. He thinks back to a time in his childhood when he was incredibly close to his older sister. She was everything to him, and he was everything to her. Unfortunately, she died when they were both very young.” The man becomes convinced that a raven, who visits the man’s garden, is something of “a symbol or a manifestation of his sister. The thing is, his sister would sing to him whenever he was afraid or insecure, and it was a calming influence on him. In his ignorance, he decides that if he can get the raven to sing to him, it will be the final proof that this is, in fact, his sister who has come back to take him with her to the next life.”

        copyright: Wikipedia

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