I wish to lay down my head
     in your lap
          and cry
as you play with my hair
     to feel the love
          and protection you share
your arms are strong
     but your heart is the muscle I need
to feel that I belong
                     am loved
                     am safe
     from my own doubts
                   and fears
              my own hands
I wish to lay down my head
     in your lap
          and cry
as you stroke my hair

The night she was killed, she was but a girl of 13.
Still young and whole.
Unblemished by that insistence that all fade with time.
Fresh flowers went unnoticed around her.
Guarded night and day, joined by her father's snakes wherever she went.
Wandering the passages of her entitlement bare-foot and weightless.
She'd be gawked at if she tried that outside the blissful permission granted by.
Her father's hold over the world.
Tragically from their perspective only.
Song stood as worthy challenge to Venom's potency.
Easier to apply and effortless to spread.
Once inside it charted course across territory wearing clothes from all cultures.
Puppets of such quantity couldn't be bitten into submission quick enough.
To stem the tide of red they'd set into crashing motion.

Your laughter
Is my soul meal
The smiles
My giant lamps
Your touch
Arose me
Driving me freely
To a great gate of ecstasy

Your love
My heart music
Playing me tune
Bet I could dance all day
Some words ve weave thee
But yet,
Seems not enough
Cos each day
Makes a better smile
Your smile
That lit up mine

Blackened beyond resemblance to that of a living girl.
Andulan was delivered to a cold hard slab of vile witchcraft.
Only this wasn't a witch's coven.
Nor was any witchcraft actually involved.
That was merely what she screamed once she realized where she wasn't.
Lying face down leaking into snow beneath her ruined corpse.
Andulan demanded her throat be cut immediately.
My death was why you came by the thousands to our castle right?
For what other reason did your forces come for the throne held by my father?
If not to see us all stacked and burnt atop a stripped down column of humanity?
Tell me! But they owed her no explanation.
That was when silence reached for song's hands.
Hidden behind her skull.
A simple gesture freed her from her thoughts.
Replaced a girl with a monster.

I breathe in breathe out
Do not fight sacred order
Am one with heaven

I birthed
a faceless character
and my amniotic aura leaked out
spreading langloriously
across https
.coms
///////
all over
the www.
My character
grew its skin
as a layer over mine
as thin as a tan
and as permanent as
true love
(whose permanence
s     t      r       e        t         c          h           e            s
to the size of your faith).



- LP