Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker

Cry from the cemetry

Skull clothed in the skin,

Rippled in time as the eyes moved,

Terrorised sweethearts dabbed rosy cheeks,

The ever-grin frightened their wombs to bleed,

But I am a pareidolic lover,

Clouded afar in the neverlands,

Pulled and kissed the devil out of an angel.

She saw me to death and dug my grave,

With her clawed hands, growling songs over my grave,

Chameleonic goddess dressed in rags,

Wrenched withered peonies from my granite shack,

She plucked a petal, so parched as my groin,

And blew it across; taunting my buried bones,

Hell romanticised when she touched like that,

And I groaned, hearing my youth pucker,

I slipped, trying to stand from the pit,

Salivating after her greasy slick lips,

It rained around, wetting the neverland,

An uninvited mob clamoured to watch the catch,

There was a toad in the bog near my grave,

It croaked at my attempts eyeing a fly,

The bulged peepers mocked my sockets cry,

It lashed its tongue; I lurched over the pit,

A slap and a fall, a crunch and a scream,

The laughter bared her fangs to my ache,

I throbbed to reach, twisted in my grave,

She flicked my soul with those bawdy nails,

And it dazzled in motes of my dusty grit,

My time of breath rattled in her hourglass body,

Lo behold my heart in the sellotaped frame,

Tacked to the wall of her bioscope affairs,

I cried and overlooked the sleazy lust trap,

Holding the trails of her torn rag in dismay,

As close to the place; her whispers touched,

A cobweb to support my fragile celibacy,

I smoked and hazed; mouth agape,

The torment of the bones spelt her name,

The prophecised nightmare demised as she woke,

I am but a conjured goth from her horror tomes.

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