myrtle1

Now trust me dear friends, this is rare.
I had planned to do something assenine and post a picture of my hair.
But the picture is not downloaded yet, so...as inspired by Gonzoe I'm posting a poem I wrote a little bit ago.
Don't judge...it was supposed to be changed into song form
But..uhh...
Oh blarney

The wind is howling fiercly
He runs through my brain tonight
He's ripping through in ribbons
He's stomping out the light

Old man howler's got his axe
He wields it at his hip
And at the sight of blemishes
through the air it rips

He drags his feet through the ridges
Old man Howler makes a path
and at each crossing interval
He makes another snatch

And what's he take?
My brain of course!
The lovely grey and white
He cuts out chunks with his axe
and tells me not to fight

He takes the hunks and wraps them up
A butcher at his craft
His hands neatly tie the ribbons
and put the load upon his back

The load is heavy for tonight
A feast fit for a king
It's a pyramid piled high to Heaven
It would make the angels sing.

Ah, but there's a glitch
That old howler falls
Greed has stopped him in his tracks,
He's been beaten by his gall!

And behold, that old bat,
He falls on bloodied knees
but he's not defeated, scared in fact!
He with sadness looks to me.

His back is broke, broke in two
The weight too much to bear
His hands shake with all the pain
His lips look white with fear

And all that howling
Turns to screaming, crying
A shout, a desperate plea!
And then with all his might he cries out
"No, baby, please!"

But all that desperation falls on deafened ears
As I lick my bloodied teeth
Because every time I feel a thirst
I don't hesitate to drink.

And that crumpled howler, he crawls like babe
On hands and knees
He scoops up blackness with his hands
And draws it up to feed

Poisons himself! His own body!
As the dark begins to spread
He soaks up all my darkness
Makes his body my own bread.

His body begins to crumble
He tries to take it all
Save me from the damage
That all that black could cause

His body shakes, i see it break
His back arches up in pain.
I watch the broken howler
Clean my soiled brain.

The wind blows briskly through my head
Old man howler cries.
His tears make cleansing dew drops,
I sleep soundly as he dies.


That should be behind a spoiler...if it's not it's because I'm ignorant.
P.s.-
This is me....either last year, during christmas, the picture scares me.