See the Tree

I draw in a breath and the pain seers my side. I know you are with me, and I abide. There is so much to say. Why speak of these times as I go on my way? No more winds of innocense of the entities in my moonbeam existance. The thump of the satanistic hump is around me. Arrogant and free, he can speak to me. I tap him on the forehead briskly because he could have had a V8. Can we find comedy in overcoming all that we see and try to take it to the bank, merrily. There is a point that I admit that there is lonliness in my kit, but then I turn away and look at a leaf or rainbow today. Smoke for me, sweetie pie, as I look behind your eye. That is something I have never seen before. Seeing drawing in smoke as a symptom of PURITY. I now know that the sexuality forced on yee does arouse me, but you concentrate me on the penalty that will be for someone like me if I stop there and not realize your pain actually. I have never had a mercy suggestion like that before that I believed. I am death and deception, even DECAPITATION in some vicnity. I want YOUR head on your shoulders because you are so pretty with your little piggy pigtail in front of me. Love alchemy, what does that mean? I am sure, soon enough, you will show me. Boy you let me be me and find a space for heaven and hell inside and in my day. I follow you on your way. For tonight, especially, I am near, in vicnity. Speak quietly to me and I will show myself actually.