The truth, sought out and beckoned for
Pleading daily just for acknowledgement
Spewed forth blatantly upon the twisted tongue of something that was once something else
No courteous beating around of any bushes this time
A vacant rhyme filled with sorrow
Spat at my face by a llama of semi-possession
A grasshopper of abuse that flows like a fountain
The noose tightens around my lungs
My heart lets itself shatter, finally
Stung by the tragic reality that has pawed violently at the glass door , embedding clawed indentations all over its surface
An obvious mark of defiance
The refusal to uncover the admittance in spite of the fact that it all has been already exposed
I can hear his souls over-shadowing demise
I can hear the words that I have heard within me before
My entire core becomes numb
Such a naive, love-sickened bitch I have become
A sin upon myself
I have allowed myself to hide behind the trees that are now but only barren branches
Leaves dried...fallen...blown away...raked into piles and bagged
Trash
Lashing out time after time
No rhythm, no rhyme echoed then..
Now, I am poisoned by the sting of am angry wasp
The venom over-shadows my blood
Feeling physically everything that I am seeing in spirit right here before me
It was a natural instinct, then, to merge
But, I will never be so asinine again
Bending the energy of this realm with the clandestine power of my will, born unto me
Granted to me the moment my soul chose this shell
The wasp may have stung me but I wont become another moron who has fallen from the grace of myself, NOT I!
An insect will not be what forces love to die
Not even one that can penetrate and fly in synchronicity
This over-shadow that rests upon my partners over-sexed temple
The sorcery continues barking out incoherent bantering in a gleeful attempt to see my torment
The wasp made its move already, came in for the kill
It fucked the living shit out of me and I never even parted my legs
Its tiny corpse lies bent and flailing, slightly
Soon to become as still as the night that surrounds us
Now something gnaws at my jugular
No empathy as it forces me to repent for his deceit
From the seat of the wisdom of the soul, I shall conquer this spectre
Never to listen to it repeat this nonsense again
Never
Victory above the over-shadow is now my main endeavor
I will begin by performing the proper requiem for the poor little wasp
A relaxing, easy ritual for I, the witch
I will then feed its body to the fucking bitch who thought she could wriggle her way in
If she had knocked on my door more politely and greeted me correctly in my home, so much more pleasant her evening could have been
Oh well, she\'ll get what she gets because this is what happens when a bitch tries to tamper with one of my men
Now, she is free to dissipate into thin air
Poof, she\'s an ash tray!
Fare thee well!
7/31/2005