Black of Anguished DaySitting among the coldest grove The dead pears and silly feries All recoiled from their vibrant has been Until nothing lovely lingers hereBlack of Anguished Day
No such open despair remains Only broken bitternes and decay Sharply fading into blacks and greys That mark the beauty once so plain
Stroking the deadness of once soft fur The speaker speaks of luster lost The hearts of many thoughtless past And all that should have come to pass
Reaching out with uncoiled fingers Were eternal sleep is waiting The perversion of it seeps As the numbness starts its d
My Little Plate, Button.Once, when I was at a sporting event A plate followed me from a distance With her short little legs, and big brown eyes.My Little Plate, Button.
I knew that such a fine bit of china would do me no good I am wary of the golden handcuffs.
Should I desire the luxury of sustinence,
I shall lick it off of the floor When no-one is looking.
And yet, I allowed her to follow me.
Before long, she was my favourite, my only plate.
I polished her, and tucked her away in my fine china cabinet. There was another plate that followed me,
But I did not allow it.
When they were together, they would a
The devil of Shangri-LaCaptured by the music Sweet to the ear Drawn by their eyes Enticed by the fearThe devil of Shangri-La
Angelic sights Delusions of grandeur Visions of desire For the cosmic voyeur
Poisoned by the lotus Soaked in honeyed wine Captured as an animal As gods shall we dine
Foul winds drive us thence Dancing to a lethargic beat Oft slowed by weighted feet Drugged are we, of sense
Flee from El Dorado Rape of the mind Flogged of all bravado Happiness so unkind
Blood for Huitzilopochtli Tears wept for floating
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