The Wicked Wonderment of We

Eyes of black - Heart of cold He was the missing piece of my soul He entered my world dressed in leather and lookin' mean He was a delicious scream within' a dream The Nevermore of Forevermore - a cut that never bleeds He was it - a renegade stallion - menacing and powerful Mystical and magnificent Just the sight of him could melt the Ice Queen All or none - there was no in-between. Dangerously decadent days dazzled their way into macabre months Which mesmerized into years I loved him so deeply, so deliriously, it was decadently obscene A Master of the sexual dungeon where teeth show and blood flows Nocturnal we were, an epic poem that only Poe could write Coffin closely, dressing me slowly Nothing was ever wrong and we were so right Sanctimonious yet cloaked in unholiness We were the nefarious midnight malevolence With him being the fabulator and me the dramatist. Execrable, formidable, respected, and feared The A list of the Death list Everyone knew we were - together - the best The royalty of the Otherworldly With the Bat and black roses being our family crest Disquieting and disturbing - one exceptionally demonic night He just dropped out of sight - GONE - MIA With no reason - no write. Malice and morbid myths materialized None of which made any sense Everything was exuberant, esoteric, enigmatic, better than alright And in my defense - I was never left unsupervised Oh how the tears burned and spirits cried A cracked fairytale, broken mirrors, and torturous moans Death changed my life but he was my everything My liver, my lover, my dead dogs' bones. An all-consuming, soul-stealing, head-reeling Incapacitating time - That was timeless Tainted, terrifying, tombstone trickery - I am TORN And evidently, it seems I was punished, periled, and paralyzed "TO LOVE IS OFTEN TO BLEED" I was ALONE and cursed with Demon seed A travesty - Satan must be blind My Master man thing Being never heard from or heard of THAT WAS THE END OF WE So much for synchronicity