Sudden inspiration

To The Fold

On an autumn day, I grew tired
Of the predictability of my life
I needed to light my fire
A blonde named Alice, my future wife.

She taught me through haze and smoke, what to look for, what to find;
The surreal journey we took
Was straight through the recesses of our minds
Our moon, hidden in some nook.

But the flames of our trees were took weak
We looked for alternatives, medicine's miracles
To help us find what we seek,
The enlightenment that sounded satirical

No qualms about theft; reward was much too great.
She laughed alongside me. Enough, enough.
We made safe in a cemetery, our treasure state.
Ingestion and smoking. Sniff. Puff, puff.

In a stupor, friends with ghosts and specters.
None moved on, wandering without aim
Life wasted, missed the call of the soul collector,
Eventually nothing left to light under the flame.

She cried to not worry, taking me by the hand.
We retired to her home, worse than a shack.
A shit hole, shoddily constructed on cheap land.
She led me to a room, whose door was jet black.

Thereupon a shelf, rested a golden grail, the orange vial.
Within, doses of indescribable pleasure.
Keeping even God running for miles.
I awaited ecstasy beyond all measure.

Soared among the eagles, flew to the core of my existence
Staccato of speech, and a tidal wave of rapture
My mind's eye sunk into it, absolutely no resistance.
But as I rode to the moon, she crashed to earth in a horrible fracture.

Laid in darkness, paralyzed and unable to sleep, eat, or fuck.
As she wept beside me, afflicted by visions of her own grave mound.
New fortune, summoned vitality and a change of luck;
We escaped into our minds, but didn't like what we found.

But she, she fell down into her hole, unable to go on.
Just a bit further, just a bit further.
She crawled and collapsed into herself; finally withdrawn.
That frail form, akin to the most gruesome murder.

I abandoned her, crossed into the numbed nerves of the city,
With one desire in mind, into that void of no return.
Fueled by pale fire, I feared nothing, looked on none with pity.
Twisted gaunt shells of humanity; a slow, slow burn.

Lucifer's kindness; the brownstone, and all that remains.
With seeming magic, and a wave of his hand
I felt her sweet song pulsate through my veins.
Temperamental moon; I'd reached my holy land.

Time fades, my moon is gone as I sing my aria of sorrow.
Chasing her, gone, stolen by another
I will do anything, murder, steal, climb Kilimanjaro!
Where is she? Please, I begged the blood brothers.

Pitiless guffaws as my mind grew full of thunderous
Pulled my hair, feverish scratching, and stumbles
Heart torn, boiled blood down an endless hallway torn asunder
Sweat running down my face, as I utter incoherent mumbles.

Bolts of lightning coursing through my body burning white,
Body aflame as the air froze round me
Darkness of death, descended like the night,
Tooting his horn, his evil revelry.

Sudden ecstasy, familiar and worldly.
A beautiful city of light as I drew the last breath.
Kiss and scent of death, embraced it morbidly
My city hung under a moon; she's returned to me only in death.