A/N: This poem is twisted. You've been warned. :P

Music: Prelude 12/21 by AFI.

Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

Hah hah hah,

It is simple, really.

All you have to do is let one little velvety lie caress the lobe of your ear,

teasing you,

and trust me, dear, won't you?

the voice, let it twist lovingly around your throat

like the gloved hands of a demented empress

-luxurious blonde curls, violins in the foyer, and severed fingers on her pillow, she laughs, and slides the swollen thumb of her lover over her collarbone in ecstasy, dried peels of the clotted crimson liquid sticking on feverish skin-

oh

it tingles like an unfinished cobweb against my feet, this exciting guilt, guilty excitement,

drowning in pure guilt, delirious, I've never felt better,

and don't you fret, my beautiful - just stay still,

as two wide eyes bore into your insides from the other side of your lightly painted wall

--with interest and sanity, the kind that makes you lock your door -- the kind that makes you shiver when a sudden gush of wind ruffles the curtains of your window -- grandma's long, old curtains, eerie like a ghost's cloak, pale like a fallen Snow White in her pellucid jar of silence, decay--

Don't you feel it too?

This need... I really need you to kiss the back of my hand,

before I bury you,

yes,

it will be heaven... heaven...

rotten candy on the tip of my tongue

the sweetness dripping slowly, dripping

plop

like poison in your mind

it will be mine

but first, you need to trust me and my huge round eyes looking at you in wonder,

my true form, I promise, all you need to do is see

the smooth, fat cheeks, masking a malicious grin,

I'm as innocent as a child in a little flowery dress with mismatched red shoes,

red and shiny,

--like your pulsing heart will be under my halflights, droplets of your life painting my canvas, face and arms, with big spots, small spots, slashes and crosses, patterns artistically splashed and sprayed all over ivory skin and the little flowery dress--

but shhhh now, dear,

don't you worry about such trivialities,

just do me a favor,

come inside this room of mine, and I promise I'll be such a good, good girl,

just do me this little favor,

nothing to be afraid of,

come,

kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.