Counting sleep

One, two, three, four
I walk the living nevermore
Four, six, eight, ten
Join with spirits black and dead
I don’t think anything
Except of this garter belt
Too expensive to let you rip
Your breath brings nothing
My heart doesn’t beat
I can’t fill up a bottomless hole
With empty words and a liar’s kiss
Black bows
Black lace
Black nails that
Scratch your face
Not in lust
In distress
Just get off of me
Get away
I can’t take this
You can’t take me
No one could ever fill this whole
I’ll just have to accept it
As is
Black silk
Black satin
Black velvet
This cannot happen
Tear what’s left on me off
It doesn’t change a thing
My eyes are too blurry
To see anyway
My mind is too dead
My body
Pale like the breathless
Is no longer my concern
Rape me for all I care
I’ll leave it soon
Black make-up
Black blood
Black tears
I don’t know what’s what
I can’t see
All I sense
Are flames
Cold as ice
Black as night
That lick my bare legs
And I tremble
At the thought
Just the thought
Not the actual touch
Black sky
Black ground
Black shadow
To late don’t turn around
Run your neck across my lips
Turn it red from
My lipstick
It won’t make me love anything
I can’t even remember now
Why I lost it
I just know that I did
It to myself
I was a fool
Like a king’s jester
Doing what I thought
Without thinking it through
And now I am a joker
Black eyes
Black bone
Black heart
Not a home
The stockings fall away
Like the flesh of
Rotting bat wings
Died stretched out in flight
And like a lost lover
I forget to live
And I may as well die
For it was all a lie
Though I don’t remember what
And whispers of mind
Try to tell me
But I push them all away
Just let me fade
To dust
Like the dead
Once their graves are covered in
Frost
From the breath
Of death
One, two, three, four
My body’s lying on the floor
Three, five, seven, nine
It’s come to pass that death doth dine.