StormRoseSky

The crystal blue ocean contains a vast depth of dreams left to be envisioned While on the beach of humanity the most precious of pearls come delivered in the cocoon of insanity The writer is a murderer of paper and the artist conjures illustrations by magick with paint All the ideas belong to those that dare to imagine and set their mind free However the warning comes through that of a siren's call There is a lot of water to swim through and the current is still swelling high

"Please don't teeter my totter," She pleaded with the sky Hoping that with this last breath she would not yet die The cool green grass gave comfort under her shoulders As the haze came tumbling down in the form of a large grey boulder What dreams she had given the chance to pass were making the moment last The final dark kiss would be brought to her on the lips of a demon she did not cast As the tears began to sting her light colored eyes She felt the warmth down to and through her thighs The angel had found more than she bargained for Yet she continued to beg, "Please don't teeter my totter, I would like to ride once more."

In the shadows I hide as I sharpen my nails Visualizing them scraping down your thighs Your face will look prettier with homemade ink It will be spiked with a collection of your liquid stink The blood will be as pretty as a holiday bow And will make me smile as you sink down low I can just about hear you begging for mercy in your scream The constant yelping is just simply a blissful dream Cracking my knuckles I smile and feel my flesh tingle How exciting this was going to be to dance and mingle They will like to call me crazy and maybe even insane But I've waited along time for this derailed train You've become the hunted instead

Please release these chains from the wall Let them be dragged along these rusted floors The lesson was learned with the closing of the gate The clanking of the handcuffs shackled around the motionless feet Music has stopped and the dances have ceased Light has faded away as the evils of abasement have taken over the encephalon The final breath of sunshine has graced its presence on the pale face Hands reached for the droplets of rays as if calling to the angels for help Knees have buckled from the weakness they have now incurred "Save me." The quiet voice whispers into the air A final plea for the release of the ties that bind  the