His kiss
lingers deep...
This hell, this hole, this blackness,
Deep...
Thoughts.
Feelings...
Surrounded.
These shrill voices mock...
Spewing along the dingy walls,
Creeping, crawling, on the edge of light...
Morning after morning I find the dead livestock,
First a chicken, then a goat...
Journey with me, dear one,
Don't be afraid to take my hand...
To he who has understanding,
Reckon the number of the beast...
Pretty angel,
My magnetic pull...
Shot in the chest
But not yet dead...
A beauty you were
Palest skin...
Back to the bottle there she goes,
ack to the spot that hurts the most...