Everyone is beautiful in the dark

 

 

Midnight claws at her nocturnal skin

like a lover despised and that lie lay-strewn

like Confetti across your bedroom floor.

 

Another illicit notch on ur four

poster. Another cold embrace,

another ferocious sex act to turn

your mother’s grave.

another misshapened reference

u choose to throw away

like a Profalactic with disgust...

discard and flush down Your

toilet of regrets 

 

Had there be a marriage to consider,

had there been a dowry involved,

you wouldn’t have acted so wilfully,

so wild, so bereft of Felling, so fuelled

with lack of care and abandonment.

 

U tell ur self it’s only

sex.. I’m hurting no one.

I’m my own lord and master

in this world I have created.

lesser mortals have done much

worse things on land,   

and distant seas.

 

So after,  u cook a fry up breakfast for one,

she hands you back the keys to your flat

and you bolt the door. 

 

You shower and shave look yourself in

the mirror and tell the reflection there’s

nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve done 

nowt wrong. Everyone does it. 

 

You’re left standing, wrapped in a towel. 

the epicentre of a classic crime scene

of poisoned passion folds It’s lukewarm

arms around you.

 

If anything, I’m only hurt myself.

It’s my own personal form of torture.

my psychotic choice of Self harm...

 

As you walk down your hallway stairs,

half way down, the picture u got 

when u was a salvationist, 

the trail of Christ and the objet

d’air crucifix u purchased from the save 

the children charity shop, some how

grows arms and legs and comes to life. 

 

The moment pierces through ur Soul

like a double edged sword.

 

suddenly u become aware of sin,

of moral consequences. You went bareback.

said fuck it man, I mean, who wants to live forever?

 

A still small voice echoes in

your ear like a snare drum.  
remeber how Freddie died? 

you’ll reap The whirlwind 

my son, with the seeds that you sow.

 

between Pilate and the Roman

guard, the persecuted Christ

says nothing. The baying crowd 

In the courtyard cry 

crucify him 

crucify him 

crucify him...

 

She’s a refugee... no money lined pockets.
owns no dignity of her own.

drowns her sorrows of

homeland with illegal vodka.

 

Smokes Marlboro lights 

to disguise the stale taste 

of your semen in her mouth, 

wears those same old 

ripped raggedy stone 

washed jeans

 

The vulgarity of 

her makeup stains 

on ur pillow, 

disgusts 

ur sensibilities.

..

Did u solicite her 

or did she seduce you? 

it’s all a bit of a blur 

now. as the epoch 

of another mournful day, 

threatens to take ur life.

The sun's bright rays blind 

ur coked up blood shot eyes... 

 

It’s an appalling 

Chain of events.

 

You justify ur behaviour 

by telling tell yourself everyone is beautiful

in the dark. Fix the gold

Crucifix hanging from 

your favourite chain

around your neck...

 

It’s horses for courses

and I’m John Wayne 

big leggy, riding off 

into sunset strip.

 

mask ur guilt like 

Lone Ranger With that

big pseudo grin...

etched in blushing rainbow

colours  on ur metrosexual

manicured face.

 

 

you’re so damn proud

 

Judas