gonna marry me a skeleton

gonna bury me a bride.

sat at the wedding

until somebody died.

the sky smiled

and the earth opened wide.

idle hands will **** you in your sleep.


                              Fin.

i see a room i remember

and a room filled with strangers.

ghosts sitting in odd chairs.

some know the other

but it is my reunion.

no words.

theres nothing.

theres nothing i can speak.

if i break the silence
they might leave.

life is the weekend.

and death is always monday.

until one day
you realize

that monday

has become the best day you have,

meaning soon

you wont care what day it is

and eventually

you just wont know.

the scene is quite remote.


     .sinful.


                               .transitional

she,
     a witch.


the well,
   poisoned with snakes.


the town,
       dead.

its grave,


       our bed.

it is not because of my talents.

or because i am very smart.
  and spiritual
   and connected
      creative
   and the way im
    deeply touched,

but it is because
    i am    insane;

-that is the icing
           on the cake

        which i lick clean
  off my ***** fingers.