Daayan for A Daayan

© May 8, 2016. All Rights Reserved.

Impregnate the daayan,
But bones tie a knot,
With threads for cut hearts.
A needle for every con
Caged in distraught
Is where the soul departs.

Show-off what’s hard to obtain.
I’m acquainted with rejection,
Falling down a downfall.

Remember, I’m insane.
I’m acquainted with subjection,
Holding on a doll’s call.

I thought I touched her,
But I knew what I knew.
Voodoo is alive
With a hex my mind’s under.
Spare me of dignity. Just be you.
There’s good vibes of reviving, but I survive.

Deprive me of memory,
So agony won’t be necessary. Please.
But everything seems to come in three. Why?
Set me free.
Or I’ll strangle your militant cat with ease.
Life’s fitting in, but I’m shy.

Wear my testicles as a necklace,
And sit them on a nightstand.
Show me the opposite,
And the past is at rest. I promise.
Molest my pituitary gland
With a love letter full of shit.

A seductive mantra
Is as creative as you.
As I watch your house burn,
You laugh inside. I pick your aura.
This day you rue.
Although you create, you learn.