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Kissed
by Eterna (Feb 1999)
the sirens have been silenced
but the lights are still flashing
blinking..
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in her childhood, she was the one
with the mark of cain upon her brow
rubbing death upon her flesh
the lights she saw were brilliant
like gazing into the sun
without going blind
but normal always justifies different
as he became the regular man
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just as she practiced post mortem 101
and he dabbled on the opposite side
they met together under the banner
of coffee, coffee, hooray for coffee!
together they could be called yin
and yang
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in her funeral parlor heaven
she would linger beneath the angelic light
as the cold metal touched her skin
and, coincidentally, her skin touched
the skin of the cadavers
as she impaled herself upon their flaccidity
and the feeling was so warm
but it was so cold, in fact
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schizophrenic ecstasy and imagination?
that's what he figured on
in his calculating mind, so practical
and she was so mystical
so she gave his penis a test drive
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would she like emotion and feeling
life and movement, instead of fake
partnership?
but perhaps he was blind, and maybe,
maybe he couldn't see
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his frenzied attempts at the experience
so solemn and self defeating
but no part would she have in his game
as they played out the puzzle of carpe diem
and carpe noctem
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"i love you", he told her
with clothes thrown on, and feet hitting the ground
running..
she reaches his door
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under the hangman's noose, always worry about
the trapdoor.. or the stool
"i love you", she pleads to him
but she doesn't
and his love entertwines with the knotted rope
as he falls..
now the hands that roamed her body
and the feet which walked upon her cherished ground
are all wrapped in plastic
but just as surely as his love was intense
his star still shines brightest
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the sirens have been silenced
but the lights are still flashing
blinking..
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