Simple, Quiet Love for a Hopeless, Dark Psychotic

I slave all day, constantly grooming myself,
and what do you do? Spray me with water!
I would prefer a bowl of warm milk
and being called a cutie pie
while feeling the natural high when I hear your giggle…

Standing here in the blackest of nights
I look up toward the sky
and do not see the spiraling mists curling around my feet-
the clouds of poisonous gas that return to sweep me into nothingness.
I am saved only by your blissful tones bouncing off the walls,
a pure delight, infectious, the sound unmatched,
unrivaled in lifting my mood, emanating from deep within
and melting my heavy heart. Impossible to resist.
You save me even from myself.

In quiet moments when, with undead hunger, I am a brooding creature-
horrific, shrieking in agony from the deepest crevices of the earth
that echoes off of jagged onyx walls of the hallways of my loneliness,
while my bones terrifyingly gleam exposed under the full moon
and I cast unnatural shadows upon the stones,
you are there and guide me through the grotesque images floating in my limbo.

You caringly hold me while I wither, humming a tune, while my eyes
become glowing orbs of petrified silver that see only the dangers lurking nearby-
beasts with sharpened talons on gargantuan paws with the kiss of death on their lips,
stalking me like their next victim and desiring to feed on my warm flesh...

You comfort me while my chest and abdomen are split open
and there is nothing but a gaping hole
where yellow fangs have devoured muscle and bone.
You remain by my side like the skeleton of a beautiful woman
as the ghosts linger by and I fall back into an uneasy slumber
in spite of the screams and the maggots pouring out of my mouth.

Soon the sun is barely visible on the horizon,
shining in the silent air, and you are there in simple happiness,
rolling back the night and reawakening the passion I feel
when you are near. I feel so lucky that you love me.
Its like drool amongst friends. How sweet can it be?
That’s why you have twenty-six rings!

So where do I find my inspiration? In your icy blue eyes
or your heartfelt voice, your sympathy and understanding
or your love and laughter that turn into poetry
like green eggs and ham in the morning?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.

I fondly remember your simple merriment
swaying in the crisp ocean breeze
and blowing over my skin- yours the scent of coconut-
lingering over the pristine white sand
as the waves crash on the shore, and I succumbed,
and made wild love with you in a hammock swinging gently,
Utterly content.

Even my imperfect breakfast when my sausage patty
slips out of my English muffin and falls on the floor
with the cheese dripping red from my spatula,
which reoccurs every morning,
does not vanquish the desire to make every night with you new,
a night to remember, warmed by your whispers in my ear
and caresses from head to toe,
and each night we make love as if for the first time.

Sometimes you are so delicious, I grow weaker with every bite,
overwhelmed by the senses, fully savoring the sensations
of your orgasmic powers, creamy mounds, head tipped back,
eyes closed, a decadent dessert fit for a King!

Even when I’m alone, unable to give you kisses, weary,
depressed, puffy and dented, full of fluid,
my misery is squished beneath the thoughts of you...
It is the weirdest feeling I can imagine
in my melancholy musings, I’m unsure why,
doubts fill my head, tears threaten to fall,
but the one I love becomes both my undoing
and the one who unravels my insecurities,
exposing my heartache and wounded feelings
to a wondrous spring rain and newly spun silk.

Pay no attention to my bloodshot cerulean eyes
as they listen to your tales of romance.
I’m such a sap for such emotions-
better with gobs of candy soothing my weathered soul-
some I could just drown in- creating a swirling vortex of sugar-highs
and through it all your love shines strong
in the beautiful night, though I am speckled with pain
from the addiction.

My love for you burns away the darkness.
We lay between blue satin sheets making bold declarations
and offering assurances, depending on each other-
yes, for you in rare times need me
When you’re alone and you feel like you’re drowning
In a thunderstorm of fear- I snap out of my ununding psychosis
and hold you gently in my arms.
Your mind is so deep and pained, 
but the pieces slowly begin to come together
while I sit in raspberry hallucinations that blur my mind
and swirl around my tongue, mixing with your tears,
and tasting of your wondrous charm.

When I’m haunted by lying specters
who alter into dragons breathing false fire
a sweet rush leaves your mouth and they vanish, 
tantalizing my sensation with a momentary high,
and the bloodcurdling screams
of the creatures spinning their webs at the window
retreat when faced with a woman of your class.
My skin no longer crawls, my dreams no longer infiltrated,
my creepy squirming sweat abates and no longer freaks me out.
So this nameless slob soaks in your rain,
and listens to your breathtaking rendition of ‘Moon River’
with a haunting voice, playing a crying guitar,
and I daydream we end up in New York
with tough angst and brash confidence.

We play castle and sensual fangs, gentle kisses,
beautiful evil and ebony hair in the cold night
and crimson wine satisfying an unearthly hunger,
feasting on jasmine and vanilla streams of blood of the undead
As our tongues travel along each other’s jaws…

I remain peaceful in the pitch black of night,
even when dead blood lingers on narrow fingers
that creep on a long and winding path to the evil lying at my doorstep.
Your kiss in the stillness deep and passionate in my mind,
Drinking hungrily until my fears are dead,
though the chasm of death remains very near
and waits amid the fragrance of the oleander.
You never fail to give me new vitality, a reawakening,
feeding my innocence until the dawn.
A beauty like yours never ages.

Simple happiness, all I have are pictures of it
Echoing in my head and comforting me-
Like macaroni and cheese when you are not there
With your sweetest kisses and hugs,
A bittersweet substitute on my mental boo-boos,
This is my fate until you return
Though our love stretches thrice around the world.
It is no coincidence that we meet in a multitude of dreams.

Another night without you and another night of a thousand deaths.
My deep reflections are sucked out of my essence
and a chain saw buzzes open new wounds in my mind
and cuts out my deepest sane thoughts;
but knowing you’ll be back, I enjoy it all the while-
the shrill cackles of my tormentors buckle and splatter on the walls,
I can smile in depraved satisfaction
and break the cuffs and shackles that bind me to their demonic torture 
and slip from the acid fingers groaping at my throat.

We press our beauty together, it is something to gaze upon,
connecting on so many levels, growing deeper every night and day.
The silken petals fall in their season like a tranquil river
cascading down to misty crystal waters below,
where leaves of intense shades of green form on every branch
in a serene country scene and fall on your hair in simple earthy tones.
With you, such simple activities make me insanely happy.

Even when life takes a serious turn,
and you lean on my shoulder in a rare moment of uncertainty,
I whisper in the dark that you can touch the hole in the bone of my ankle,
where the screw was, and feel the hole where my emotion pours out,
as if I just had an extreme makeover. Sorry, mum.
I feared you would burst, so I loved you unlike any other.

Your golden sunshine and warming technicolor
disperse angry clouds that then unwillingly leave cleansing droplets
that beat down in pounding sheets, and fiercely wash
my delusions, and leave your beautiful image of brilliant beauty
nourishing the blades of serenity I stand in.
“Will I experience this again?” I ask,
as the breeze gently ruffles my hair
in golden sun-kissed content.
I could spend all day with your memories,
my bleeding feet in the soft blades of a cool grass.

End of Part V, 211-255, of the "Seven Epic Adventures of candy177".

Intermission.