tHe GrAvEyard SpeakEasy

The Graveyard Speakeasy.)
+++++++++++++++++++++

We were sitting
in a Graveyard
Speakeasy...

Minds
Guarded
Against The
Life Police.

Her Star-Cut
Eyes still tried
to Please Me.

( filled
with Murder's
Black Disease.)

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"bartender
make it a
double-dead."

i said.

("Master..
I crave
more!")

I must
Drink Away
This Love
Within
My Head!

(for The
Heart it does
not Buzz
Me Anymore.)

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it Seems
I've stayed
HeRe
once before..

this place
where
Passion
seems
to rent,

A
Room
Below
The
DeViLs
DooR!!

(Creating
Dreams of
Wonderment.)

yet..

(as I
sit
Broken On
The Floor)

I mostly
still
Lament...

Loving A
Babylonian
Whore!

(who's
Graveyard
Eyes I Can't
Forget.)