wicked garden

...

the mud is silky smooth enough for a new something today

in the tiny garden of secrets planted the LiLiac way

the roses are a snowfrozen white & the violets a blissful rage

theres an eternal spot for you inside this blooming cage

my darling dear we have tried to pieces... so many bits of things said

but tonite youre receiving a heated machete slicing to the head

again like every other, you were a complete word-it-all this evening

& this time my tempertantrum was determined to fucking stop your breathing

dragging your once-loved-by-me body thru the Texas dirt

of midnite Southern roaches, dog piss & shells of bees... more than your worth

then stopping to think of how my purple will no longer be your slave

i smile & savagely kick you into your 'with love, Lili' grave

no more insane, no more loud silence

no more dam games & no more word violence

making your blood disappear into sheer while i sing&dance

not caring what i just did to you cause you had your chance

& yes darling, ima celebrate us & our kinda love forever on this day

by throwing a shot of tequila onto your secret place

...

{'FrozenRose' pix by mv79}

home...

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his curdled soot ooozes into my brain

filled with extreme lunacy unrestrained

a pit of sick fucked up delusion

hanging from the sky of a maniac seclusion

his shadows bite my snow-white skin

flying in my soul, dripping of darkest sin

screaming echos of an inside wind

because the silence in my head is my only friend

creating numbness like 500 pills

a coma calmness, the kind that kills

medicated padding & 4walls without dreams

eyes bright but their sight isnt what it seems

im gona love mr death & hate miss insanity

both are you, my adoring profanity

because its really just me in this cushioned room

im the pyscho in your mind in fucking full bloom

...

{'Insanity' pix by Aurelie}