Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Bone Marrow Biopsy (the alchemist, the concubines and wide eyes)

You want a piece of my marrow

Don’t you think we’ve gone too far?

Stiletto drawn but dear, my rapier slices much swifter

You want a bit of my blood

In exchange for your covet

That’s not a fair trade for what we have

Nevertheless I’m just an assassin pestilent and quiet, can you spot me in all these dancing silhouettes?

Corset drops and I admit I’m impressed

I never thought a succubus could looks so unfeigned

I gave a bite to the neck, a shot o the head

Next time never trust a man who knows the price to pay and what pistol you carry

A forlorn girl at the whore house with minuscule fangs

Everybody’s blessing bane, I swear we’ll make it out with your mother’s crucifix in tact

I’ve got a revolver to keep them the fuck down and a prayer to keep them in the ground

Corpus and fluid is all they got against us but it’s so sweet to see her wide eyed to a sin I’ve done my whole life

So here we are, the yard of the Past, the deep catacombs dimly lit so they seek they souls to fuel the fire

Limping living dying miserable things dropped jaw rolled eyes screaming “Memories, Memories”

One bit me in the Achilles heel just for the taste of nostalgia of being alive

And as it chorused through my veins I realized it wasn’t a pandemic it was more like a plague

So as I lay on the final step one inch away from getting out

I give up on running all I can do is idly fight

The sharper-tooth mistresses, the low jawed dead

And here comes the wraith

Pulling and tugging inside of me I’m screaming

Telling her run run run run

I feel the doppelganger pulling, product of my alchemy

And here dies the scientist with the silver bullet

Do you see my bone marrow now?

It’s open in my wrists for you to come in sip

But I’ve been sipping poison to keep me strong

Little increments of the venom will kill you all

I’m bitter brittle, rapier by side

Swinging in my sleep and dreaming about you

I’ve trained for this breathless lifeless moment where my wide eyed angel disappears into the night

1 comment:

I told him, "I'm a monster" said...

"a pandemic it was more like a plague"
oh, hun. i can tell you've wanted to prove me wrong on this word, and you've been epically successful if i do say so myself.