What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

They Didn’t Live, They Had Been Sinking.

 

 

‘I took one sip of whiskey,

I felt the lips of ice,

My inner voice told me,

Follow black masks,

Obeying I opened the door,

And found myself in obsolete darkness,

It was a cherry blood floor,

Everything was dressed up,

In naked maroon velvet,

A beautiful voice sang,

In gusts of hysterical music,

The second voices blissfully swayed,

To the rhythm of moaning hearts,

And beautiful maroon bruising,

A frightening beautiful picture,

Of hysterical massive sex,

Echoing nameless voices,

Fluttering flattering candles,

Were burning one hundred scents,

I saw them one hundred nights,

I knew their masks and faces,

I didn’t want to look,

 I turned away all my senses,

Like anything in the mansion,

It was a rolling hit,

You know I was a writer,

I always faced a dilemma,

To change the world or to write a book,

That would be a best seller,

That everyone would love,

I didn’t dissect my worries,

I got rid of my morals and tact,

In the beginning I fought with my demons,

I didn’t want to admit my defeat,

I couldn’t stop,

I continued,

Simply because I couldn’t stop,

I continued to punch air,

It was made of my weakness and pride,

I insisted,

Till I was knocked down,

Finally I fell apart,

I’d have become a crook,

I’d have become a villain,

I’d have killed,

I knew that I could,

She inspired my evil semen,

I’d have killed,

Under one unfulfilled circumstance,

Bury me  in the velvet couch,

I took a lethal dose,

I didn’t count drops,

I died grooving on weed and absinthe,

And wetness of her cold,

I entered all rooms to find her,

Squeezing myself in the deep cracks of time,

I heard a whisper,

It touched my back,

The only thought I remember,

How badly I wanted her sun’.