KISS

If it's my mind you're after  
it's already been taken.  
A far less beautiful monster  
than yourself  
already stole me away.  

Unlike your ocean blue babies  
his eyes were flamed out  
in blackness  
stuck to a wall  
and his tongue bled  
to his chin  
coating his teeth  
and neck.  
 
his chest hairs sang  
the songs of wasted nights.  
 
But your eyes shine  
not of darkness but of light  
and the thought of sharing  
nibbles of scant meat  
off my soul bone, well,
I say, "Take what's left blues eyes!"  
get what you can  
leave nothing behind.  
 
Gene took most of me already.