''
The Lamentations Of Eloise''
A bright candlelight flickers in a gothic asylum
a special patient knows whats arriving 1835 betelgeuse shines in lilac diamond
haleys comet glides across the horizon
bells toll in the clock tower rain showers in belarus jasmine blooms as eloise is sleeping nude
a girl who can't read for roses deaf & mute with powers that peer inside the soulless
on a rowboat in the dark lake,a bouquet of flowers on the fridge tears in space cold nothingness
as shes sits on a bridge and fantasizes about diving in with the freshwater fish
say your prayers before you brush your teeth lamentations while you wash her feet
reality splits a 5 spoke wheel imps prick her pale skin with invisible pins
as blood trickles into the cushions of a satin padded room she feels the walls closing in
urine in her bed pan smells like ammonia & macaroons matte finish leftover gruel plate of spinach
her mother given her up for adoption years ago in the fog of gloom in the month of june
she was already drunk by the afternoon psychotic breakdown father never returning from war
while she was folding linen sowing prune seeds on the isles empty bottle of schnapps
ethanol seeps out her boobs ignoring the petulant cries of her child they played a different tune
fingers sharp as ice picks a heart cold enough for ice cubes
on the countryside a hole opens in the garden tearing apart reality's sinews
revealing the inner space inside you,that interface we all subscribe too
a child cries at creation using water and super glue to hold up a smile
approaching a new solar cycle she carved a doll using the butt of her fathers rifle
falling into the fire,it smells of helium and gas from a lighter
a hint of chloroform with a touch of cider,when the cannon balls start dropping
the pleated horses trampled,curious,coddling,no one set thee example
that everything when not cared properly is heading toward a grandiose sample
the mechanical man in the pamphlet,the passive newborn in shambles
walk hand in hand into the mantle,for warmth she held her palms over the flickering candle
vials of her tears mixed with sodium pentothal,the truth is after all these years
inside this place,in her mind she left it all,mess hall full of zombies next in line for medic call
wild girl who is the boss of a world so simple,staring out the asylum window
etching a hooded skeleton with an erection while she bites her pillow.
the psychs say it's form of possession her spirit animal a armadillo if her father was alive
he'd say if his daughter has a thing for death then let her die with a beating chest
as the war wages and shells bombarded the once abandoned castle
eloise is snatched in the middle of the night getting shipped to ellis island
rope burns on her throat,crust on her eyelids,spit on her cheek bone
the thoughts of moving stop her,illegal immigrant on a dock getting inspected by a doctor doctored documents to get adopted, in english it reads ''child labor'' on the prompter
due to man's incompetence her kind of intelligence lies deeper then a fossil
she rather die with clicking foot and cracking teeth supple breasts straddled hips
natural waist darkened scars chapped pouting lips she had the perfect fit for turning tricks
and that's a faith she would meet if she got on that ship,another place she don't want to be
sliding into the nothingness as the world eats itself free bleeding out her pink velvet coffin
another patient howls at the moon while playing the accordion
by daylight this place will be in ruins a solaced consortium
all around the village flaming arrows burn the city's audience
in the depths of the abyss darkness looks back and gives her a kiss
finally a emotion overtakes her vessel waking up starving in a stone room
dreams of eating a 5 course special.
The Architect flies over the nest of choice, and returns to the light
she jumps into the void and gets ripped apart by the speed of life
feeling like she met her likeness in a fallen universe once connected
golden deities from alternating solar systems send her a beautiful message
orbiting around the sun space junk hair wrapped in a honey bun
peering into the future 2021,aghast at visions of the advancing age fearing plague
black widows spinning outcomes into perpetual graves,birthing costumes
of depravity the chance of new selves demanding slaves,recycling upon the shores of liberty
washed up love letters in polluted bays,caught on lines by the puppeteers strings
lost in a land of orphans the only breakup was under the floor bed
as she hid under the squeaking board bends,the soldiers entered with force
swords in hand asking for every child to be hogtied and boarded
escorted away to a foreign land like cattle to be slaughtered
cries and screams the slaps and grabs nightmares and dreams to down to care
as she heard the last of them leave they lit the corridor with torches
with smoke billowing in the crawlspace she started choking and gagged
refusing to die she breaks the glass windows using her hands
to much screaming and chaos to hear it crash
jumping over infinity inhaling crackling cinder and ash
naked and filthy running through geraniums and grass
rusty gates open as the knights on horses pass
finally freed from chains,no more lobotomy's and male nurses with there hands up her legs
free to her own iniquity's to be paved,in the background an asylum eaten by flames
a child numb to the world exploring her own divinity with no name...Eloise
