Zombie/Witch (I)

Wore were shadowed snake skinned pattered scaled yellow-blue velvet.
She witch moon-child, gray tones are your silent night spells.
This.. my end, I am not my own.. anymore, …no resting deep silence.
Several altars the endless night transcends.
With bare pillows and fangs exposed your eyes roll over,.. glaze over, and I,
I have become the enslaved, the hostage, the kept zombie.
The zombie to your ever so twisted lust crazed appetite for my hardened blood.
Only you will drain my life when I taste your wet stone spilling across these walls.
Build my mind, mold every muscle.
Clay-dolls and puppet-stringed little fucks got nothing on your witch crafted
hand of red bone dust passion and melted angel winged candles
which roar as if a lioness set a blaze all county sides, but within my boiling fucking soul.
To love your mouth till no tomorrow exists, for it never to be more real.. all seas castle’s floor, I am chained, anchored down, .. the beast.