With eyes that haunt like an empty manor
With arms as cruel as bared teeth
you drift
I am enchanted
enslaved by your fascination
and holding honest
lonesome wishes shooting to the stars
in hopes of a solitary crunching
mashed nebula to float
and carry your perversions
to the sea.

08/19/2003

Posted on 08/20/2003
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