Eel-like and smothered in moist ash, the red bellied salamander, a token of premature death, slinks, making it's way upon dry peeling bark.
Love is real, reality is lovely.
Smell the sounds, and hear the way he tastes.
Scratch off the chipping firetruck rouge polish from your cracking nails, make room for a broader spectrum today.
You left me when I wasn't leaving you.
Irony, always taking notes, observant as ever when the jokes on you.
Scraping at the surface, digging deeper, soon enough you will have widdled a gaping sore in the heart of it all.
Shut my eyes for me tonight. Two pennies for the boatman please.
Tyrants on a nightly spree, ebony collared panthers on chain leashes, too much time on your hands, not enough sense to see me coming.
Seemless seductions taking place simultaneous and unique, until the routine becomes all but lifeless. A bitter essence lingers on your tongue, your palette begins salivating, there is too much oxygen, digust sinks in.
A question to the left of what you already believe you know the answer to.
Knowing everything, well it's damaging, everyone knows that.
Bandages, plenty of them, calculating a lifetime of shamless acts.
A rhythm, melody grasping at harmony like a unreciprocated lover.
We are all lovers, children, and hated by somone more intelligent.
When grief becomes your common law spouse, people do what they were meant to.
It's a virus, that couldn't arrive any sooner in the mail.
The vicious cycle breaks from the tissues of your brain, severing itself from your confines and control, a chesire cat grin, smug as usual.
Asimilar smiles, compared, contrast against the white wash world.
Fate, and adventures in the leaky gutters, birth and rebirth, blame and interference.
The two sides to every story, deniably uncomparable, they are just kindling.
Chaotic masonics, toxic tonics, when it's my turn to die I'll be sure to regret you. Defiant until my expiration date. When my final wish sits on my tongue, never to be exposed, I'll feel the same way I do now
We couldn't be happier.
