My necklace of blood, laced with milk dud ivory
A cheap substitute for marine cultured pearl
Amongst velvet and lace, scarlet and crimson
Nestles quite perfectly under curled auburn hair
On a heaving chest, drizzled with the scent of second rate champagne
Generic cologne and lies of the sordid variety
Sunflower curtains, in a desert motel
Stained white sheets and the devil’s soft smile
Coaxed, Jezebel, excused...by a sweet talker, soft kisser
The Anti-Christ of the modern Casanovas
A drop out Prince, with the rose of ignorance and lust
A thorn in the side of all star-crossed Romeo kissing Juliets
A hex followed charmer, slicing deeply with a frail sword
Pain of this sort comes quickly and always three-fold
Short to stay, long to scar...a nursery rhyme for the manic
Or a mantra...holy chanted rosary prayer for the deeply depressed
A blinding streak of suicidal proportions cuts the gaze
Splits it even; into two equally proportionate halves...
One of this hell born savanna, with dreams hung like Aryan Jews
Hitler-shrouded eyes with a pedophiliac lust for blood
Child, a mere child, I moaned for you...raped soul for you
Suffered through sweat-coated nightmares in mind numbing pain
And what of kin? Dreary kin whom you made me hate...mercy please
Even the old dog gets the occasional choice bone
Yet as the slobber flows, the tears they freeze, within my rotting flesh
Reminding me all too roughly of the monster that I have become
All the nerves they won't touch, the nooks where hope once hid
Now lie as barren as fields in the depths of winter
Frozen tundras upon which I beg and plead for some kind of light
Only to receive the recompense of a harsh wind and starless sky
The bleak hollows of midnight hour, the depth of wisdom, the sting
All too much for a flesh born mortal to bear
Ravage that which I know is true; drug myself into a Godly new belief
Oh what I would give for the fair-tongued seraphs to save me now
For the jealous Shepherd to herd me in
Even I have learned to hold my own in the face of slaughter
To laugh at the accusations of heretical incest, masochist delight
Only I would be so bold as to rake more coals over my fire
My crusted over arms, in defiance of our very own genesis, they mock
All that these tired eyes have known and seen
Neon light Mothers and alcohol fed Fathers
Dine hungrily upon the seeds of their own fornication
Sore losers frolic in the fields of stripped corpses, orgasmic power trip
Leftover remains of some interplanetary collision
Shattered limbs of a knife-edge moon, and a prodding iron sun
Would clouds be so noble as to hold up the stars?
To lift my ghost away from all this spite, for the rains to rinse me
Cleanse me; Render me as pure as the infant of Immaculate Conception
Shower me blind, wet me greedy, take me to the pit of acceptance
And save my soul from the impending fires of hell
Cover my eyes and hatch my ears to the beggar on my doorstep
I can plead for penance with the best of men
I've got the courage to spit on the poor, the might to out run the gimp
Enough hindsight to escape my past, but not a sufficient amount of love to please you.
Angel by luck; demon by choice, playing 'Dolly' with my being
This was all a ragtag flight of fancy
A vagabond parade to trick the needy
Is this how you play all your games?
Or was I a special toy?
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Composed during an MSN chat convo by the great J.M. and I
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