I got a girl they call dream lover Meets me at night behind eyelid screens She blows a kiss and I run for cover Will there ever be another lover so obscene?

HERE THOSE OLD POLICE SIRENS WAIL A TONIC FOR THE SOL-FA SCALE NO BONHOMIE, NO GOOD INTENT SAXAPHONES CRY IN SAD LAMENT BRING NO MORE SAD SONGS

Only god knows what secret ghosts come a-knocking on your door You no longer scream out in your dreams You don't sleep anymore

Vamps Come be here and lay with me Unhinge the mind to find The measure of your fantasy Kiss the lips - enjoy Stroke the mane - touch the skin -enjoy Taste the sin - enjoy Come - come within We know where you want to be Down where the Divas lust Oblivion and ecstasy She thinks she's got me in her pocket For cryin' out loud There are no pockets in a shroud And if the truth be known Apart from hunger, fear and jealousy Life beyond the grave is emotionally arid 'Embrace the dark' she urges But when I contemplate the unearthly hours The dead among the living has to keep I tire easily and long for sleep Finding it hard to get into the spirit of things Like having to constantly provide The vital fluid On which the unmerciful woman And her siblings exist I lie on the bed Tryin' to keep my end up Listening to the succubus I made a pact with talk dirty But jokes about Predatory harridans And well-endowed young men Wear thin I ask myself When I was mortal What was my fall from grace? What prompted this sick, sordid affair? The answer is simple I allowed myself to be seduced Seduced by her boundless knowledge Of forbidden fruit Seduced into letting her Ghost write my story About Renaissance man's discovery Of the female seat of pleasure Most of all Seduced by the wine That flowed beneath her young Creole skin That was then When I was mortal Look at her now Although still highly intelligent Years of bad blood Have soured her Turning her tortured soul Hideously deformed And as for her once beautiful sisters The relentless pursuit Of pleasures of the flesh has left them Drunk on violence Maddened by addiction to pain Sometimes when I turn over quickly In the abyss of the bed I catch a glimpse of their true being Old, ugly Little more than Sticky leather carapaces Full of bile and puss 'Blessed be the dammed' They sing 'Blessed be the dammed' An eternity of sexual disgust Is the price I pay For my fleeting literary success SLEEP WELL CHILDREN

Tequila loves cameleon

You know she's out for blood It hurts so good..........