Built from the scraps of something beautiful
Of something once vibrant, is my love for thee now.
Perhaps we can build a sane body anew?
As for that love of opprobrium- last year it flew.
Now a hollow cavernous body that love now inhabits,
Residing in blessed turmoil.
Because I reach out
Because I cry out
Because you judge me before you even listen.
Two bullets now reside in my heart,
One for each time we had a new start.
Now, however, the lead begins to poison me;
Making me sick in the head while the fire consumes my heart.
Karloff I can be, but don’t treat me like the Monster.
My intentions are honest, if misunderstood.
Alls I want is a friend, a companion, a bride.
For that reason my love will never truly hide.
July 7, 2009