Malice and The Hare

      “Here in this place I have seen wonders
      Of Heaven’s towers fill with splendors
      Psychedelic colors inside my mind
      As wet as the juice from the rind
      Light in shadow, it seems all is queer
      I ask, is everything mad here?”

Of all the wonders I have beheld
The most precious was to see Malice
Through the looking glass
Gems of starlit twinkle in trees
A white haired rabbit covered in fleas
And a pale skinned lovely
On the grass

I spied her teasing life with a razor
Blood red staining the white skin
Marring perfection
Shining eyes losing their luster
White hare tamping grass in his bluster
Sign of blasphemous erotica
Erection

      With every breath
      Closes death
      Things she seen will never leave her head
      In her eyes
      A quite surprise
      The pale haired hare slipping between her thighs

      Stain the grass
      With her ass
      Hare fucking quickly, he will never last
      Crimson stain
      Upon his mane
      Upon the green grass, he will seed the slain

Ruinous to all the great fairy tales
A childhood of broken stories
Replace the dreams
Witnessing such an act of sin
When I could not join in
Left with me mental scars
Between the seams

     “Here in this place I have seen wonders
      Of Heaven’s towers fill with splendors
      Psychedelic colors inside my mind
      As wet as the juice from the rind
      Light in shadow, it seems all is queer
      I ask, is everything mad here?”

Once again, I fill my eyes with Malice
A visceral story in my sight
Of orgasmic death throes
Pulsing in my depraved mind
Deep inside, what do you find?
Rising from childhood
It will take its toll

      I find myself
      On a shelf
      I’m waiting patiently to live this hell
      It’s a race
      To find a place
      To shatter a legacy made of grace

      Malice looks
      Upon the hook
      By her moans, I can read her like a book
      Under the stairs
      She starts to wear
      Between her thighs, I become the hare.