join with me, in the empty streets
wide with ghost town syndrome
as my second mind unwinds in the indulgence

am I, the mannequin perfectly built comfortly undressed to the nines, no suit and tie to look my best
as I, scarecrow only the poor window shoppers

wishing for death, longer than they can hold their breath
from the oxygen that is evenly free
to maintain even a miserable life,  struggling out a living

no parchment paper, no parsley on the side
buried in debt, interest rates don't durendal
in a breeze whilst on medical leave
the sickly, with deep linted pockets looking to the sky for the cough drops to fall, like feather can fly

is it nonsense, to feel no common ground empathy
under a blanket of cold, sleeping in
natures man made ditches, disfavored as filth
pity thee fool, who can't count the bodies piling up
like the floors of the newest
pristine skyscraper

named, I'll never be successful enough to pay my taxes
the good American floating billions "my money"  in off shore bays
smiling with frugal achievements
because socialist skills, are not capitalist gains

turning her charms so slow.
he smiles,
in the wetness of his reward
cranking and cranking!
winding her in notch after notch
tormenting her to madness.

all her dreams melt into him
as his promised shards hit deep
****** after ******!
his jagged edge cuts to bleed
her mind and body
leading her to a valley of darkness

bellows and cries
relentlessly in her crescent moon
the moans swelling
from the corners of her abyss
he stabs wildly
in the glare of her darkshine

leaving the streaks of fingerprints
across her window pane
devilishly in his detail of precision
distorting her pleasure in pain
the legs of her willingness spread wide

her Innocence weeps nectar
tears from the depths of her
obscene layers of unseen obsession
unfold the heated flower
of her awaken phoenix-fire

tightening the gaps of her resistances
enraging his beast to survival
forcing his fight for freedom
thrashing away
his ***** courage leading the way

she finally surrenders
to his death blows
in total disregard in retaliation
she strikes a venomous bite
to his throat and lips
her poisonous kiss

their last breath shares
perspiration's sweet scent of exhaustion
as their life force drains to one
from their lust of the battle
in their pursuit to win the war of passion