Black As Coal

The beauty of black eyes and hair. I stare at you as a small child and show your your demonic can be dark and lovely, even a little funny. A creation you have never seen. I can be mean if I want to once every 5 days of every other year. THAT is slavery. I will write the divine comedy one day. Meet me in the corner and I will teach you games with string. It looks like a BROOM STICK. I feel you in my vicinity. It is RUSSIA coming through beside you. Maybe my Line deputy is tapping all of it today. Honey, a DON is law outside law, associated with New York City Italians. My experience was so much more violent, possibly, in this "fair" city. It had to do with my D A D. The falcon is blackened now and he flies with me in plain sight. Finding the palace is difficult in this haze. Maybe a purple haze will arise and take car of all ailments. For now, I fold my bat style wings and screech at a pitch that only dogs can hear. They smile and ring their collars like a bell. Grey all over me and red pushing me down on entity again and again. I never really had a friend.