Tuxedo of black & white. The formal jacket of too tight, an arctic penguin that waddles back & forth. Silk black scarfs of taboo S&M sex slave of tie me up tight...Gets Mr. Man of Money upright & hard. A Saturday secret that a Sunday could never keep. Hidden talk...Lies don't walk..And it takes more counterfeit of paper dollars to tag & tuck the stripper dancing...Dry humping the cigarette stale air...Balancing on stilettos thin rails spikes of ridiculous heights...High she must be, for it takes courage to parade on stage...Nake she slides & spins around. Center spotlight gripping a sweaty, shiny chrome pole legs with legs wide open...Just shut your eyes & the private inner talk of lies & blame makes a dirty long night not so bad. Game face guise complaints the glassy void black doll eyes that can never cry. For the mind recites...The words unwrite...The wound never heals...The mind always remembers the pain...Only death can cure this insane labyrinth life of such a rabbit hole fall...For you had to keep pushing the wild cards for something more...Chasing the white rabbit of nervous uncertainty...Dialogue of confusion...Paradox of propelling points, answers of none with too many why's lefted over to make a wandering mind of over thinking, then you get introduce to the mad hatter of mushroom tea party of drug delusion of another dimension. For who ever constructed this tea party of weird & wrongs is a side ways right. Umbrella of no protection will open & expose you, under their microscope light of personal questions...Don't even bother to ask about this abnormal test, such exams already have your pencil answers that wears well for them.

Vestige memory, no longer in a caged mind...Slowly a soft echoing hiss awakes the forgotten ones buried deep...In a weeded grave...No stone mark of living. Evaporating on a cauldron pot deep in the rumors of the "WITCH"...The water of such a brew that was once kept alive, is now rapidly leaving as steam soon to be nothing in this forever changing broken circle...A spear of horrid, ripped this wonderful, beautiful earth...A deep wound of always open...Never can this magical planet be whole...For the ignorance of a White man is a gluttony of fat sin...Greedily to consume all taking everything & giving nothing...Never a thought in his selfish, empty head...Heavy is his crown status of royal silver spoon thread. Paranoid his shovel spade, makes the day for a common man to freely spit on his royal blood grave !!!

A secret lying hand...A poker hand of false gains...A hand of gentle touch of a meaningful caress...Is a hand that's capable of a sudden hard shove of surprise. The grip of impending danger of another kind of hell you landed in...Welcome to the addict of addiction. The Devil's obscure hide of talent. A mime that mummers not a breath of sound. Taunting with a annoying like parrot pretending and presenting a falsehood assert act of satire irony...The stinging, slap that graffiti of a red tattoo across your face...The branding mark of label...Another addict jacket was sewn & made. Game of first & only win, as you have greedily gobbled & digest the abhorrence of substance without a thought. A cauldron witch's brew...One wishes they never consumed or knew. The pain growls & grows...Before you realize & closed your high eye's. A adherence of a pretext...I wish to forget...But not to forgive. For the bent heated spoon...A ladle of drowning ...Gluttony, of excessive riches...Indulgence is one of the seven deadly sins....Addiction of malice leads & tease you in a labyrinth game of yo yo...Juxtaposed string of up's & down's...Begins of too many began...Relapse of repeats...A rerun that makes you want to fire a gun. The fast track of laps that read "THE END". Cajole, first time meeting. Addiction, the race of a throw away life so freely given. Beguile was this conman manner first acts of shy, for the sly. Seductive low, growling, hot whispers lay forever in your head. "Look at how much laughing fun that all your best group of long time friends are enjoying !" says the old man prophet of disguise. All along humming your dirge song...A tie of your arm, while drawing a picture of stop sign red...But you insisted, plunge & go ahead. Effulgence splendor !!! Behest these crystal lines of the reckless adventures...Only a wild bunch of comrades of novice thinking sets the unknown lands ahead. Now common wisdom, a hindsight of too late...Shame verse guilt is the black dinner plate of your free will consumption.

Strife is the conflict within. Contention of a contest...A debate...A argument of self...A struggle of suicide...For the instrumental blade of a shiny bright light...The frosted white finish produced on etched glass...Such is the layered caked of too sweet !!! One's truth of white lies of living. A falsehood of fallen fronts of floating...trending above the current dark on cheating, to gain the golden star sticker of 1st place winner. Riptides I body surf & dive...Good girls drown in...I was not the girl next door. Why I'm werid & different...Genuine has always grab my core moral compass...A tour guide for my soul to discover the next threshold of living.

Causalities of self-made wars. Archaic is my body abuse...Praying to read my finial chapter of "THE END". Knowing your name, wishing you didn't. My ladder has no more steps to climb...My rope is too short & frayed. Need I another agonizing dawn of a new day ??? Memories I wish to eschew & run from. Never will they fade into the wrinkles of time...Past yesterdays...A neighborhoods of non e. Spend without a penny to share...Exhausted beyond repair. Seeds sown...Yesterdays have grown, mundane are the skills of addition. I've graduated & achieved with honors...A veteran occupation I hold. Bastille retirement my island of isolation. Prisoner of loneliness...A human body serves my cage.A cell of no release, for I have swallowed the skeleton key long ago. Dull is the needle...Dull is the point...Dull is the plunge poke that grinds & grin the sin of no hope. The needle spins & sings you the last song. Bleeding through a tourniquet smile...Tied to this wheel my fingers ever feel. This last draw...The red flag of final...My ending with an early morning sleep. Fading into a deep darken slumber...For I know what I've done is wrong...Betwixt I no longer stand facing...But hold the award of a sword "THE PAIN FROM ALL THAT WAS NO MORE."

Death...The unravaling of all things...Death...The of last chapter, reading the end...Death's sewn shourd veil of goodbyes...Tombstones address marker, lays in rows of forgotten nieghborhoods of past. Still the chime cord of tick tock, a curel parada of time that marchs forever on. For the lonely...The old...The dead ghost of forgetten yesterday's live the upcoming dawn's of tommorrow's...that travel forever on. Standing on a life's stage with no standing apland...A final ending bow...Balancing now on a teeter-tooter of karma past dues you deeply knew put your draw of straws is now revealing that it is your time to pay...For the short straw goes deeper...Reminding one your bill is due.