Ain’t it fun?

The words had been carved

brilliant crimson blinding

blind eyes

and until now you thought that there is nothing

more but that bleak empty space called happy darkness

and that the cold is but a mere compliment

to the sad,sad world

like moth eaten sheets

or velvet on ice

either or, you lose.

because all that there is

and will be

is that porcelain harlequin

that is your shell

the beauty that sheaths

the maggot-infested carcass

that is your soul

look at me

and feel my lips against yours

we are one lover

this is your ticket

to that void of eternal salvation

or damnation

depending on your perspective

and still you see the blood uncurling

like the snake in your belly

the passion that tells you to want me

when you know damn well you already do

watch my finger, love, as they twine around

your river of life that had been dead even before you began to exist

and watch as i become it

and it becomes me

well you always said you wanted it to last forever

Categorized as poetic

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.