On evenings like these I think
of you, wondering if this same
song brought our thoughts together....

Shadows wait patiently, listening...
Play for me...

Would you play to me by candlelight, open
a window, let night drift in, blending with
your haunt?

A breeze escapes, teasing my hair.
Would you rush a fever to pitch,
fingers roam down my spine, and oh, to
hear me moan?

Key to the scream, and yes, now I understand..
understand that you play for the dead, and I am
the only one that can hear your music.

Black...
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The rain still comes down, but the sun
sparkles, turning my life to colors.

My life is being celebrated, but with one
drop of blood, a feeding frenzy is born.
A love that hinder, flows, goes into hiding.

His ghost returns, a warning of my own rush.
I must see death for him to return.

Blankets of night hold me, strangling into
another mare.

He courses through my veins, leaving me with
nothing, and so I jump, emptying myself into
his mouth, ressurected by a howl.

He chases my demons away, forgetting why...

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We met upon typed words, fate, could be.
I spilled my life into your hands, but did you
cup it securely enough?

I seeped down within my own voices,
finding a life of their own.
I know I hurt you, yet I still 
mock you behind your back?

I haven't been a good friend...
You arrogant ass, do you really think
you understand me?

I twiddle my thumbs, one stuck up my
ass wondering when if this going to end.

I course through my own veins wanting to die,
finally finding peace.

And humpty dumpty fell off the wall.....
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Out of my white coffin I dance...
Mask on my face, but I can see your
lewd...

Big eyes staring out of the tub, and so my fingers
swim.
Diamonds still, and so I stand to reflect.

The earth around me, silvering entrapment.
Red drapes me, and so I become your private
curtain.

You sold my soul, you worthless spit!
The fires of hell take your sleep, and
you got what you deserved!

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I feel you watching my words as they
glide down, please don't fall, I won't catch
you...

I want your obsess, but please don't be needy,
momma doesn't like it.

Swing me, can you play?
Watch my legs dangle in
nights mouth, and then I disappear.

Oh, but please come and find me...
here kitty kitty...can I lick your bowl?

I dream of darkened moonlight, trails my
flesh as you cannot touch.

Who am I...

Many and no one you will ever know again.

Do you think of my poems and wish I would
create you?
I can make you ble...
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Come, be my guest for today....
Be my miniature....

I'll make you do what I want, and you
will obey with your doll eyes.

Don't look so innocent, I made
you have sex today.

I felt your molded hard-on, and
you wanted Miss Perfect.

What shall I dress you in today as
my fingers caress your chisel?

Hush little baby don't say a word....
I know you felt my eyes watching you, for
I am the glue.

Let's play a game, let me be your drama.
What story shall we be today?

 

Who's lips will you taste as you imagine mine?...

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Sweat stains my flesh, fingertips
drawing, I am the design.

Sheets tangle between my legs,
like I wish your tongue would.

I take a breath and I smell you...
oh, you fill me like timless tunes.

I need to snap my fingers, to hear
sound, to drench in your laughter...

I feel moody, come and be in my play..
I wet my lips, can you feel me dip?

I wonder from one end of you to the other,
is there ever a close?

I am chaped, you raw me.
I canopy pace, am I abnormal?

I feel cold, goosepimples play connect-the-dots......

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You are one crazy bitch!
Babbling your tongue over the
same serpent.
Don't you know I make fun of your madness,
the drool that runs to get away from you.

Shut the hell up!
The mirror even wants to run
away from you...those dancing pupils.

Shaking your ass, oh, so cute, I just
want to gag!

The Queen looking down on her peasants, your
nose not even a ladder.

Your birth can't even stand you, and so a gun waits for
you.

Clothes standing in a closet wanting to hide from you, and even they
pray for escape.

Your br...

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You sit in silence, death upon your hat.
A breeze dares to disturb you.
Pasteur holds all the graves, even the child
long young.

Trees hold carcasses, their lovely limbs
drooping for one touch.

I wonder how many souls have you seen, and
what now occupies you.

Mows now wonder your abode, births now
inhabit.

The seasons drift across your eyes, and now you
sleep, parts of your strewn, death now waking...


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