Incest. Another Love One Hundred Twenty Eight.

This excerpt is dedicated to all sadists.

 

 

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Eight.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “You have a grandeur scheme”. “Do you imply I am a schemer? I am a plotter. A skimmer is you. Don’t say that I am wrong. You skim success for sure”. “I’m saying that you are wrong. Feel free to call me a creamer. How will we both succeed in being happiness rich? You know the trick for sure”. “Not all the drugs are illegal. It’s legal to feel, isn’t it? Love is a legal drug. We will let them fall madly in love. It is a mustard plan”. “I love it because it’s cruel”.

 

 

 

“I treat those I love like kings,

 I always manifest my feelings,

I don’t stick my head in mud,

Waiting for predators to pass,

I simply lie down daydreaming”,

“You are an outlaw of nature”,

“What would life be with ifs?”

“It would come with a guarantee,

Including only “be”s”,

“If we were lost among tree trunks,

If we were terrified by shadows,

If we saw only sycophants,

Rivals and enemies around,

It’d be a lesson of survival,

We would survive and thrive,

But we would have no excuse,

To write about tragic love,

On the fake spider web of night,

In the reality of flip-flop,

I swung and sang to bits of rain,

Love me in every verse,

Love me in each refrain,

I’m hanging from a silky strand,

Beware of a tiny spider”,

I hoped to destroy his vision,

I laughed at the idea of his her,

She was repetitive, submissive and dependant,

She was nothing to say,

She wasn’t anything,

We hadn’t seen before,

I had only the anti-future plan,

It said “No matter what you feel,

Avoid her,

 Don’t be her”,

She was depressive, speechless and abortive,

She was a real bore,

The worst thing was,

She drugged and dragged him to the bottom,

Scratching his never dying sore,

Hating to be a junkie,

I didn’t want to be like her,

I wanted him to be rebuilt,

He was under construction,

I was in love,

My loving heart was weak,

I was under consumption,

My heart already got frostbite,

His cold bit me first,

My senses were deeply frostbitten,

I wanted him to borrow from you,

The Lonely Wolf would have gone first,

I would have been one step behind,

It would have been your hand,

Leading us to the end of  freedom”.