LITTLE MISS MYSTERIOUS

“The moon casts its nightly phantasms
And the gloom makes her feel alive with twitching spasms.
Among the trees and stars that lace
The world of Man, she turns her back to find the devil’s face.”




She waits at Autumn’s eve,
A mirror in the night
Reflecting back the trees
At the gates of the woods
Spider webs hang
Over the path where
She walked where she could.
Grim life parades
Within the darkness
Where light begins to fade.
Those morbid eyes
In black mascara
With a shadowed grin
Easing gentle sighs.

Up the hill, for a thrill
Into the cooling breeze she will cast her pills.
Mirror’s face, such disgrace
Traveling the dark highways just to find her place.
Left entombed, with the gloom
A withering flower just begging to let bloom.
Little Miss Mysterious,
Leave me crawling like a creature from the pits.

Her picture hanging with tapestries,
In a dress made of leaves
From the dying eaves
Of Autumn burning
In the sky
Know the reason why
Her place is in the lies.

Screaming fits of failing highs
With little whimpers in the cries
Upon the lace that drapes her face
Lustful longings and desperate craves.
Midnight ramblings in the sight
Of shadow creatures in the night.

Always lived inside the box
Ever watching the wild
To live with the fox and the cocks.
Taught the rules of Seven
Sin began to bloom
Inside her breast, bringing
A question of Heaven.
But still she braced
With all her strength
Against the faces of disgrace.
Jealousy inside their eyes
Always watching
To catch a glimpse
Between her thighs.

She tests me like I’m Herakles,
Forced labors by the libertine,
Leaves me panting on my knees.
Broken and bleeding,
Once alive
But now of a hive
Existing only outside her mind.

Dancing with the demons of her soul
To fornicate with devils and trolls.
Just so she could find a home
And escape from the old bones
That haunted her inner self,
A place to escape this Hell.

She sold her soul, for a glow
To lighten the shadows and give her control.
Welcome in, the one of sin
Giving her heart to him just so she could grin.
Break the band, and fornicate,
I wait in the shadows so I can touch the taint.
Little Miss Mysterious,
Leave me crawling like a creature from the pits.