Hair as black as the shadows who chase her.
Skin a deathly shade of pale.
Lips so naturally red her kisses taste of red wine and at times red blood.

There were times to celebrate and times to come together.
Times to steal away and times to watch them **** while sharing our pop corn and whisky dressed soda.

How I loved her.

Guitar players write Poetry with guitar strings.
Prisoners engrave crude long lost lovers names in their flesh.

Count your lot then throw it away.
Nothing here is real and when they tell you it is just agree and walk away.

Choose your fate, we were all created.
Your cousin may be a monkey but mine is of the flesh of man.

I didn't know God until I figured out the lies and accepted it was flat.
And yet I still Dam all of your religions.
I probably won't be saved.