Nothing lasts forever... for ten seconds death tastes sweet with the scented vapors then the neuroses of the concrete womb... these things are not myths and the odds are with the stains in the catacombs of my mind where everything is a grave
Climbing up its walls and walking through the twilight. Where the darkness waited as my fate came to light. Seeking night behind blood-red contact lenses. With no humming of the bees in winter's shade of insomnia's dialysis or insanity's caffeine. Dripping through a half-stacked filter.
In the stillness of chimes of all that is silent collecting the breath of all that is golden as leaves in autumn falling with the twilight to grow with God's valance here comes the rain of love's sweet wine
Playing harpsichord for dancing frogs dressed in leather thongs and garters with Maybelline and eye shadow death in the tomb full of soundless bones like a bark without a dog of wild corpses filled with the silence without face or tongue of dried mulch freezing over dark's red rover grinding twilight's bellicose between the cogs
Of Margarita sunshine and scented shampoo. Listening to the tinsel sing. Forever my angel in Heaven's ring on God's carousel. I see the memories in my dreams with a smile to last me as I cry. Just to hear you sigh in the condensation of your spirit's breath. Whispering eternal love's acapella.
With ink from my heart's blood-red tattoo and fleshing tongue of my pen's tickler of panacea and love notes for your gilded flower as turtle doves fill the moonlight with the coo of twilight's accrue with ink from my heart's blood-red tattoo
Of moonless air and dark souls shadows await twisted flannel against twilight in my Acadia traveling by Conestoga from the psalms of memories beneath stones in the ossuary knowing no rest for the cabal into a trance of ecstasy with the sweetness of the worms tasting their chowder against twilight in my Acadia
Tiptoeing through twilight listening to whispers call my name of dark proclivities. In silence, mourning the loss of your touch. Losing myself in my fragile psychosis of pain. Looking into your pale eyes truer than blue hidden neath the veil, laid back down. Taking time to turn a leaf in the breathless, tiptoeing through twilight.
Last night in dreams of Elysian fields when the stillness was. To have been blessed to wallow the scented petals of once beautiful love. Near and silence were at my window the stars gave twinkle. Ordained by the stars. She unto me. We became as one our hearts. We gave without a spot or wrinkle. And the skies open their eyes, for the glory of God Into the realm of forevermore. With the last kiss upon her lips. The absence of my sweet pea to my pod
Last night I tried talking to ghosts. But my parents are weird and ignored me. They appeared to me as shadows in the mirror trapped between death and dreams. Lighting matches that didn't glow. The background in the mirror was like a moving montage of memories. The mirror had been in the basement covered with webs and dust. I think it possessed because it now follows me. Thinking that it may be driving me insane as I drip adrenaline into the aquarium in which I swim.