Lovely Forsaken

Below bellows blackness into intricate simplicity; grievances for forbidden fantasies provokes a symphony I madly infatuate eternity. Suspension of space and woman deliberately impress an affair; the appearance of a masquerade composes elsewhere. Possibly not a single person watching her; possibly not a single person living. The dead is a world which knoweth not; the damned is my belt sworn by a ring falling off my thumb. What dreams may come; what nightmare persists, my faith doth succumb!

Cubes geometrically number plates upon a stranger's last supper table; we wonder if his beard touches miraculous wine dripping from the lips of twelve notches circulating yesterday's clock.

Tap the vein I spit between my fangs, here she comes; woman of my dreams, body twisting seams through Loki's pistol whip needle. Buttermilk olive sandy cream storms a man breathing aquatic mysteries through London Fog mirages and desert sheets we victimize another skin; the garment I leave to blow kisses is an easy break up but relationships get the best of me. I love her, I could be her lover if I was not her sin; I could be another if I was not her babe.

"Try again next time pal.....maybe you just forgot where you were at."

Did I ask this fool? Whichever might is not my plight. I am heavy for water I cannot let out of the dam; this bridge aggravates me, moving on to the next, who comes with, who goes, I got the key if anybody remembers, if anybody wishes to know.

"Fucking hell girl you got some crazy things going on all around you; don't you know?"

Shit if I do then you wear a soul like tacky wind gusts creating clothes.

"I wonder what you think so often when you look away..."

Do you really want to know?

"Nigger get your cane and get the fuck out of this city!"

Tracer man places a glock against my lotus; a thousand one petals cycle this deaf man you come to know as ye writer bearing knives for hands.

I miss my friend; she is the beauty of darkness which nobody sees.

Tell me you love me, tell me you care; tell me you need me, tell me you will be there. What words bleed for me?

"Oh....you were one too? You look like an artery."

"Your hers for sure."

"What is her name for you?"

"The snake woman; Sepultura."

"I like that."

"They knew you would."

"Who are they?"

"So this is your kingdom?"

"I am a figure head of theatrical plays."

"Is that what a Queen is?"

"What of a Vampire?"

"You are the worst Vampyr that ever lived."

"Thank you."

"They will get you for this."

"Oh the robots?"

"What am I to you?"

"A drone and this is my hive. You may die evermore never to return. Your blood is my want, I attain, you are gone, what more is there?"

"Your fangs are the longest I have seen."

"You spout quite much."

"That witch behind you likes it doesn't she?"

"She's bored."

"Are you?"

"Uh....which one were you again?"

"Come on let's go Chocolate Boy; this place reminds me of a dream I had once."

"What was it?"

"....she forgot who she was and then came for you in a dead sleep."

"What does she do?"

"Kisses you passionately; claims your body as hers."

"Does she recognize such?"

"She came for your adorable."

"She is adored by me?"

"Infinitely."

"You are a witch."

"You are a vampire."

"Your skateboard looks like a damn pitchfork."

"Yeah."

"What were we talking about?"

"I forgot."

"Stoned vampires and witches."

"Just you and I."

"Why do we rhyme?"

"Cause."

"Cause what?"

"Cause your the Vampyr and I am the Witch!"

"Could you do that laugh I like?"

Cowls of crows, wings beneath levitation, riddance of deadly trolls; pink cheeks for panther nuzzles and licks, thine is the hour which unfolds.

He arises wisps of incense for I am his very own; thou shalt not disturb the boy.

"I am your brother!"

"Well then you should be able to decipher."

"What's that?"

"I am bigger."

"Yeah so?"

"What I say goes over there."

"What's over there?"

"Coffins and rabbits."

"Do they come out of hats?"

"That's only fair."

Wishful thinking gets me nowhere as I survey the kingdom; no girl with long blonde hair.

"Ouch man you got it bad for somebody other than your husband."

"Who else?"

"She look better though."

"You do say."

"I did."

"Who is she?"

"She got eyes like the Bahamas man....make you so damn high you feel like you there!"

"Ooooh sounds delightful such as a present."

"From a bear?"

"No Santa claws."

"He ain't got none of those."

"But I do."

"When?"

"A black cat roars in the jungle."

"Too black is a shadow she roams."

"Do you call her a name?"

"The Queen of The Damned."

"I know her well."

"Not as she."

"Whom?"

"The woman you love more than your self."