Zzyxz Rd.
The Joker Laughs at You.
-I am the Walrus: The Beatles.
I'm crying.
Sweet, Salty tears. Mixed together to form incoherent colors.
Of Purples and Greens.
They fall down my stone face.
Making an acid waterfall.
That creates a water-color painting.
More tragic then the 'Mona Lisa'. But more tripped up then a 'Looney Toon'.
How. Sad.
We're all together in this painting.
Sitting on corn-flakes. And waiting impatiently for the van to come.
One boy's been naughty, terrible. He's let his face grow long.
The Walrus hates that.
The Walrus who makes me cry the colors.
Those Purples and Greens.
Those colors identify him. Who he is. And who he isn't.
"I am the Egg-man. They are the Egg-man. I am the Walrus!"
He sings in a tuneless drawl.
'Causing you to sooner wish to hear nails on a chalk-board.
But not me.
No, I sit over here in my bed of knives.
Crying the colors.
Demandingly, waiting for him to sing.
We go out
the crying has stopped for now.
The colors gone.
I am more amused at watching the "Pretty little Police men in a row".
As he so calmly put it once.
Those pretty little police-is. Can only Tremble and watch as the Walrus kicks out Edgar Allen Poe.
This Poe likes to dress as a Bat.
I can only laugh wildly.
And so does he.
And he does it so exceedingly well.
The loud crackle ringing into the Smack-induced air. Making you squirm and kick and claw. It's Beautiful. More Beautiful than a needle plunging into your vein.
Making you forget life for a little while in a crazy-haze.
Beautiful.
"Boy you've been a naughty girl. You let your knickers down" He moans inside of a growl.
Our body's meet in a slick embrace.
Sweat racing from every pore.
Legs and arm's intertwined.
Mouth bruising Mouth.
Tongue slicing Tongue.
We come closer together.
'Causing light's to spiral out of control.
Air rushes in and out of our lungs.
Making us gasp and squeal.
Hip's thrust together, Friction sky rockets.
One huge, Diced up Orgy.
Back's arch. Hands and feet flex, resting on hips.
Moan's, growls, nips and tucks.
All in one.
"See how they fly" I sigh contently into his neck.
"Like Harley in the sky" He finishes. Replacing the ever famous 'Lucy' with my name.
Finger-nails scraping across marble backs.
Leaving pink mark's where once perfect white was.
Black, White and red paint soak onto my exposed stomach.
Burning with each drip drip drip.
One last long growl and frenzied laugh completes us.
Laughs die down to giggles.
That die down to gasps then sighs...Then complete silence.
Minutes pass.
Slap!
I'm on the cold un-forgiving floor. As he scream's like a banshee.
"I'm Cry- Cryinn... Cryyy-yy-yyyy" he drawls softly. Lying back down on the black sheets that are speckled with red. My red.
"Cryyyyyinn"
A rainbow of Colors inch down my arms.
The only feeling I get is a hornet's sting.
I lay on the bed that is speckled endlessly with my red.
Waiting for him to come to me.
And when he does, he makes me giggle at the look on his beautiful face.
The sight that is before him puts him on edge.
He rips off the royal tapestries that hang from his lean build.
Leaping on to me.
Licking, Sucking, Biting, and Clawing.
Trying to rip me open from the outside-in.
Moaning, Groaning, Sighing and Growling.
He pumps and pumps.
Pumping my blood and 'Causing an Avalanche to erupt somewhere.
He tears and tears.
Whispering nothings in my ear, asking me. No Demanding me too "Bleed. Bleed for me, Breathe out-ah. Breathe... out-ah!".
He was trying to get to the middle of me, the heart.
Pulling her open, he drinks his fill then casts her mangled corpse away. She is of no use to him anymore. She's gone
She's hit Zzyxz Rd.