She lays in her death bed
As tears fill her eyes
Stricken with cancer
She's now paralyzed

She asks for her husband
To sit by her side
He kneels down to comfort
His bedridden bride

She says she'd give anything
Just to have one more chance
To know what it feels like
To dance

He turns on the raido
And takes her by the hand
He holds her in his arms
For she can no longer stand

As the music is playing
He carries her high
Her feet off the floor
She can almost fly

Her eyes begin closing
As they spin round and round
She fills like a princess
Who's missing her crown

She's smiling and crying
In her euphoric trance
She knows what it feels like
To dance

.
She is
his morbid distraction.
She's the bullet in his gun
and she's looking for some action.

More than death she longs
to become his blessed bride,
the two will become one
the day she steps inside.

And she gets very tired
walking through the Arctic rains,
but she will pick up speed
when she's running through his veins.

She is
his morbid distraction.
She's the bullet in his gun
and she's looking for some action.





.

Walk the aisle
On my way to death
Flowers hanging above the alter
Marry the truth
Divorce the lies
Hands holding a single black rose
The thorns twisted and sharp
The audience is dead
Watching me as I turn and bow
The groom lies in a crumpled pile
Drained of blood
The white carpet beneath him wet
With his last bit of life essence
Pushing back the black veil before my face
I whisper I do into grooms ear and smile
A wicked wedding
For a wicked bride

Walk the aisle
On my way to death
Flowers hanging above the alter
Marry the truth
Divorce the lies
Hands holding a single black rose
The thorns twisted and sharp
The audience is dead
Watching me as I turn and bow
The groom lies in a crumpled pile
Drained of blood
The white carpet beneath him wet
With his last bit of life essence
Pushing back the black veil before my face
I whisper I do into grooms ear and smile
A wicked wedding
For a wicked bride

wednesday

the squeaky-shoed boy day
the extremely annoyed day
the ice cold void day.

the boy who's all teeth
smiles with the girl in the cleats
drowning in bicuspids
telling her how he 'roughed it'.

sneakers scuffing
hair fluffing
smoke puffing.

A world built
Using playing cards
Can be knock down
By anything
So she goes to bed
With her sneakers on
And sleeps with
One eye open
Ready to run away
When her world
collapses

Sally was a sailor
Who sailed the kool-aid sea
On the sweet treat boat she carved
From a lollipop tree.

Jack was just a wanderer
As lost as one could be
But hope sparked somewhere deep inside
When he saw Sally approaching his beach.

Sally tossed out her gum drop anchor
As she readied herself for shore
She saw in Jack the thing she lacked
The treasure she'd been searching for.

Sally wasn't looking at
His butterscotch toned tan
But rather what had lied inside;
The sweet makings of a man.

As they walked along the beach
Between candy castles of sugar sand
He took golden pearls from the glowing sea
And placed on her neck a strand.

A blush rushed to her cheeks
And a grin to his own
He said "I have something to say."
"This whole journey I've spent
not knowing of you,
yet I've thought of you
The whole way."

They sat together on the shore
Gazing at the candy apple sunset
Knowing they needed nothing more
than this love they had found, forever to last...

I painted the insides
of my mind white
so that maybe I could erase
the memory of you
but as days
turned to weeks
the idea of your fingers
laced in mine grew
and soon the paint
began to chip
and soon my stiches
began to rip
and I broke apart into pieces
once again
with fragments of my heart
scattered among the shore
and as the salt sunk into my skin
stinging the scars on my soul
you watched with open eyes
then turned around and closed the door

I am all heart,
bits & pieces
of red-muscle,
stiched together
with pain,
my veins
still pumping.