joyride me

oh come then pick my pockets
the jewel loot

pick those precious teeth
with fine bones

let your skill of vivisection
cut away
what you wish of me

an eye full of stars
bright as tears
the cold cup of light
bathing wounds

and in our souls
the sound
like rain upon the roof

the tender cold kiss
for a whole given
love as proof

Gentle rustle of late summer leaves
some of which begin to turn
brings solace to a heart that grieves
and peace whenever rages burn.

For I've found in my long life
most problems are wrought by men,
so when my world is filled with strife
I search out a secluded glen.

And far from the jostling crowd
beyond the news of hate and war
in woods where a crow's cry seems loud
I stay 'till I yearn men once more.

New Orleans at midnight
Fog rolling down the street
Grey wall cuts off his sight
The air is nothing sweet

A born killer’s dream come true
Blue jazz floats upon the air
Feeds his need for something new
He knows... that it’s out there

Killer’s instincts brought him here
To this place of magic
A land of supernatural fear
Ghosts of all the tragic

In the back of Shadow Lane
A blackest heart does live
The man is quite insane
Takes his pleasure, never gives

I just managed to return
from past the grave
they planned to bury,
well perhaps, me
I found twas too lonely
in the forest
even though the cemetery was on the highway...
but too deep

so scary and cold
and left all alone with a hope
someday my spouse may join me,
I returned home
with a spark afresh!

come friends have a drink and join me,
for this life I now do not wish to abandon
my, it’s too miserable out there
how will I alone manage my hair?