Hecate in the Delinquents Room
shuddered,
she closed her eyes and out of a dark corner of the bar,
her
lips appeared to glisten.
perfect
eyelids, brilliant complexion.
there's
been a shooting, a hidden desire.
the
map is burning between her legs
no
direction anymore.
crescendo
flames lick the trophy
she
licks the night clean
as
she plays with the toys destroyed by
exhilaration.
figures without faces.
her
verses were victims for
renowned psychics that died lingering deaths
as they're watched by figures without faces
feeling lost.
renowned psychics that died lingering deaths
as they're watched by figures without faces
feeling lost.
the
duce 42nd street
will return.
a
porn star in a sexy wedding dress
a
target for a subway in her head
she
cruised all night,
retrieving
the poems she had memorized
long
ago placed between her legs.
pressed
in deeply
the
words burned.
the
air scalds the lungs
of
a triple formed goddess.
she
started to laugh
at
the remains of an unclean idea.
hit
the wall.
she
had no idea
no
time.
grand
central terminal vomited her up.
shuddering
with her arms around herself.
the
drug dealers are dreaming between the shadows
dreaming
behind the walls
a
slow dance.
another
day grows weary
a
trance
she
has a face and a sinister feel
that
crawls throughout
that
crawls through in
the
only church where drugs are cheap.
born
and raised in the hard(core).
in
here most of them are slight sketches of what was acceptable.
lips
of glass cracking as they speak
she
wants to be sexy enough
she
wants a slut-alter-ego
she
wants words to die
she
finished unbuttoning
wanted
to return the tender show for them.
do
it, obediently risking electric shock.
she
said, “i don’t work well in crowds.”
she
said, “i can’t feel.”
she
said, “my heart wanted – too much.”
no
applause – speedball eclipse
The Long Hair Of Death /
A City Of Sin
wouldn't
make it in time
blurred
vision, stupor,
take
me in
a
clean shot followed
a
little distance behind
unusual
necklace
The
effects of intensity recount
Fatal
love
That
subject described
in
the documentary film
most
had only limited experience.
They
were shut in
two
euphorias
she
doesn’t know why destruction has an arousal effect
dirt
medics attend the ballet
crying
all the time
words
engraved into the collar were 3 sounds
that
can’t be repeated
See
it fall
get
over that edge.
Ebony
tendrils cascading
Covering
faces
Pale
lips
dilated
iris
Finally,
animalistic incoherence,
blurred vision, stupor, anxiety
and sedation
Please
don't leave me.
Something
with dead bodies
Something
with dead bodies
Comes
with the de-construction noise
Slurs
and shadows
Nice
and slow
Tears
seep out from white demi-masks
All
fetish all the time
In
gilt rooms the women stare blankly
Barely
covered bodies
Barely
shielded eyes
Waiting
for a reaction
The
mirrors scream eloquently chanting secrets
Of
a love and a life in whirlpools
Negative
air spun on tongues
Silken
cocoons forming spun by moths on the verge of paralysis
It’s
nice isn’t it
Certain
scenes of bitter songstresses chanting
In
monotone
Downing
drinks of alcohol
Sucking
black thoughts
Tart
for their pleasure
As
they lie back and breathe shallowly
Describing
creatures of silent forms
In
dwellings of various descriptions,
They
change
They
talk
They
point at feelings unknown
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