04-17-2014, 01:45 AM
The Raving
There’s no restoring common sense;
your vengeful hound never grows tired.
I shall have no peace or silence,
ceaselessly sinking in your mire.
Your Rasputin resilience
reigns with Cleopatra desire.
There’s no quieting your offence,
no moment for contemplation,
no thought towards the consequence
of hatred’s looming fruition.
You embody Vlad’s vile conscience
with Alexander’s ambition.
I cannot explain your nonsense,
your passion for what most abhor,
the single source of your distress,
those aspects in you I deplore,
from Caligula’s perverseness
to the Medusa’s base rancor.
Melodrama stains your blouse sleeve;
embark on mending the heart sore.
My past love and future pest, you leave
Nostradamus dumbstruck and bored.
Hear my song with Poe’s resonance,
I’ll heed your raving nevermore.
There’s no restoring common sense;
your vengeful hound never grows tired.
I shall have no peace or silence,
ceaselessly sinking in your mire.
Your Rasputin resilience
reigns with Cleopatra desire.
There’s no quieting your offence,
no moment for contemplation,
no thought towards the consequence
of hatred’s looming fruition.
You embody Vlad’s vile conscience
with Alexander’s ambition.
I cannot explain your nonsense,
your passion for what most abhor,
the single source of your distress,
those aspects in you I deplore,
from Caligula’s perverseness
to the Medusa’s base rancor.
Melodrama stains your blouse sleeve;
embark on mending the heart sore.
My past love and future pest, you leave
Nostradamus dumbstruck and bored.
Hear my song with Poe’s resonance,
I’ll heed your raving nevermore.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris