my brooding beauty

she.
dresses that way only which she knows.
eyes see right through my veil of lies.
lips speak of unknown treasures, dangers.
hair streaked with dashes of black and white.
struts along on 2 inch sneakers.
plastic handcuffs hang from her neck.
daggers line her back.
when she talks, the whole world stops.
whispers cloud my mind.
words are nothing but words.
not beautiful, not hot, jus not.
she is my dream, my nightmare.
she taunts me, though she doesnt know it.
dark in a new day, i wait.
everywhere she moves,
i listen. patiently.
creeping about silently,
lost in the shadows of my memories.
mystery hung around her like a cursed necklace.
tighter and tighter it coils.
her voice more an echo than a sound.
more black than white.
and her smile.

its quite ironic, how i only feel safe from madness, plugged into the solace of my ipod. when it's filled with pain, suffering, deceit, death, loss, agony, anger. maybe its true. its only when we are caught in the midst of terror and destruction, do we truly feel we're safe.