Phone Call

The phone call that came late into the darkest hour of the night. The melody of the ring tone and the sound of vibrate send philosophies down your mind at the speed of light. Phone calls come and go but there is that phone call that changes and opens a new chapter in the mind of the lovers who are connected on the other side of a speaker and microphone. The theories that are spoken between two the prophecy and the visions of the future are spoken of the Utopian nightmare. Unanswered questions got a response a response that would spend late nights. Her love is a virgin in my heart. The mind serenades the soul and all we can do is hope what we have can go further than the birds that fly in the sky…..

Necrophilia’s Karma.

Become a single connection to the underground sand.
Amusement evolves into depression as the one you loved now is gone.
Annabel Lee Edgar Poe cried for he still felt attraction for his dead Oh Annabel Lee.
Running fingers down her spine as she lays dead and you take celebration over her none active soul.
A smile in your face arms wrapped around a skeleton of the one you love