Post-Mortem
A seed of darkness was planted into my head
and that seed grew and grew to almighty proportions
and spread it's branches to all the corners of my mind.
But one branch wasn't like the others.
Like an old witch's finger,
it pointed to me in an accusing fashion.
And around itself was a noose.
And I stared into the eye of the noose
and cringed as my life played before my eyes.
A demon bottle-formed.
Held in the secure arms of a fool's naiveté.
Goal in mind, secured and locked down,
everything is going according to plan.
The fool will soon reach her peak
and the world will be openly invited into her head.
What she cannot say, the demon shall say for her.
She opens the bottle and she is possessed.
The demon has made its mark.
All she can do now is run away.
The King's fool
The fool stands at the doorway of a room full of posers.
Nonexistent love spilling out of fake smiles.
Hugs full of clashing arabian and french perfumes
that make the recipients gag.
Why is any of this worth it
when nothing is got from it?
It's disgusting, it's repulsive;
and yet the fool steps into the room to take her place.
The fool would like to leave
but the posers are all the fool knows.
A Fool of Habit
A girl, no, a succubus,
A witch that cast a spell and ruined the life of the fool;
Made her long for things that she should never want;
Things that made the fool even more of an outcast than before.
And as the fool slept, this succubus crawled into her ear
and sang songs of forbidden love.
Then when the fool awoke, the succubus swam across the realm of her mind and settled in her eyelids
and opened them to a world that she should never have seen.
Then in a frenzy,
the succubus flew to the fool's nether regions
and untied them
and while the fool searched for answers
as her world came crashing down around her,
the succubus smiled and faded nothing.
Fool In Lust
Time stands still for the millionth time in her life
as if waiting for her to understand;
And she wishes it wouldn't stop
because she knows she'll never get it;
And she knows she'll fail
if she even tries to overthink
and that's why she's given up
and taken the identity of the fool.
The Accepted Fool
I'm done looking through the noose.
I've seen all I need to see to make my decision.
And I walk to it
and hold it in my hand,
bringing it closer to my face
and yank with all i can...
though I know nothing will happen.
So I smile, a succubus smile,
a smile of knowing.
I cannot destroy the noose because I don't really want to do so.
