Love Abides
She moves like a bleak marionette.
Flowers wither at her feet.
Her perfume is known as Regret.
It smells like rotting meat.
Yet I love her like the sunrise,
like the sunset and the moon—
then again she loves me too
and says so with her eyes.
Look at us kids, playing house!
The puppet and the mouse.
And for those who dare hurl stones
at us, she will fuck them up.
Horror Sleaze Trash 