the good shadows

the look and search for the key to this
but they had nothing left to tell their story
destroyed by the end of the music

for she became as old
as the lady in story books
so old she could not remember the start to this 

it was silence
only a humming from the mind
called
mad ..
 insane ....to right 
never wrong

as the night became
 a silence upon her wetness
only for her fulfillment 

that became her habit
like a task look-in on him
to jump his honor

she was 
a witch of awakeness 
never slept for she would miss his taste 

her flickering tongue
and licking lips with dancing tongues seems a set up to enjoy him
she was always ready

and the voices supported her every move
upon his nights 

like a revenge
to suck
to suck
to suck his love from him whats left
and she did as he sleeps
 
when he awake
would be hematoma
and cuts over his sleeves of skin
 
and he would not talk of this
for no one believed him.
as he became restless 

cant sleep
restless uneasy

as they sting his penis so often
or what remained of it 
it was said he once cut it .....
yes cut
it
and only a piece of his black skin saved it
 
and the doctor... a woman put it back together
to his comfort 

now he now laughs to this experiences 

and the music played
to the hums of his mind

i will be back
later for you she whispers on the floor

she waited
then in silence now
watches him
hurting him with electrical shocks and high frequency sounds
with every move to her advantage 

and it  continues
the rhythm of crime to kill
every pore of his existence

like a modern day slavery
to the act
 
horn blowing codes
of wandering souls ...lost
to their hold so old a being
never ending this