December 3, 2010

he put a spell on me


from behind my copper eyes i see him coming
his face is pinned with a grin of 3psychos
this charming masked ghost strolling towards me

im unable to move, paralyzed but in an unusual comfort
blanketed tightly in tornado wind breathing in scents of a midnite spice
with a familiar far away sound echoing in my mind 

the mist of his dark passion creeps upon me
evaporating thru the tiny beads of my skin
filling my every curve&angle with choking thick scarlet

the fingers of his persuasion coil with my veins
making long thin curling ribbon
of a madmans red rainbow

im pushed off the edge into his psyche
30feet high mindwaves
slam me against his wall of wet black

my being is forced to gasp for his breath
as he blows icicle'd air into me
making my soul frozen in his name

but soft sung words of "& now youre mine" sting me awake
i can feel my brown hair being twirled
by fingers who have just caressed my face

it makes me smile
as i see from behind my copper eyes
the adoring he who was singing to me while i slept

because the ghost was just a dream


{'iPutaSpellOnYou' youtube vid by PeteKorving}

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