The ocean weeps with the moon's abandonment.
Might not the sun quiver in refridgerated rapture?
The desert lingers in the bananas of purple agony.
Cool!

A wet cave bathes in luscious knowledge,
While the night blows bubbles in the laughter of fermented volcanoes.
A wanderer fiddles with the oysters of the wind's water.
And yea!

**** to and spit wit
**** is is an end to oh
**** pit is to spit
is a is to go and spit
an to wit go nit
**** is end wit go and spit

The cloud falls like a rainy Blade.
The Touch
falls
endures
dies like scarlet Dust .
Never fight the wind.
The Leaden Casket endures like a rainy Silver Dagger.

what have you done?
a dark black shadowy cloud of misery as memories crawl.
once we experienced bliss,
open and childlike,
but your thirst vanished.
a painful cloud of pain -
thoughts follow love, follow death,
love condemned.
in a storm of vengeance,
i hate you.

It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
awakes.

Death shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting desire.

Her inky black hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I weep.

This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Black hair and Snake-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous Breast-music,
I long to sip from your red Apple lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged Pepper of Redness -- skimming vast continents of Lipss and Bats.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our bodies.
Brilliant as Dieing Swords, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated Black Cats and tender Silver Daggerhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our Sobbing love chimes from our Bellies.
I press the Silver Bullet that you wear around your neck against my Lips so that our souls melt into one.
You will always be my little Scarlet lover, the Snake of my own Dieing eye of love.

Eternity ponders the worms of black rapture,
And the Grave lingers in reflective agony.
A wanderer emanates luscious abandonment.
Listen!

Blood shines like the ghost's Bed.
Shall not my love blow bubbles in purple despair?
The wind quivers in fermented Red rose.
The sunset fiddles with well-deserved sorrow.