Act I
Their spoke a voice
Out of the dark
Across the sweetest lips
Of a love that bled,
Blue to red,
And drownéd ye lovers...
In Bliss
By J. Donovan Steele
THE VOICE
Disturb not the dream
Methinks ye in the wrong
For when tis Bliss asleep
She may awake in different song
BLISS
Collapse into his eyes
His foreblack concupiscent hair
Alive I doth arise to greet in moronic declare
His beauty propels me backwards to the essence of belief,
Conceive I not as burdening,
for lo, I stand a thief,
Of the life, the soul, the love,
And stand I without care,
For my heart for him burns deep,
And if by twilight slit my wrists,
Ye alone would bleed through me,
That sweetest Count Manfair, he is.
THE SIGHT
Enter Count Manfair, the square,
Who may melt a million muscles
With the narrow of his glare,
And with Bliss losing focus,
In her daydream Hocus pocus,
The Siren known as Melody,
Crawls forefront of the pair.
COUNT MANFAIR
Dark days and memories
Old films that lost their once warm hearts,
Playground misdemean,
Street corner trash, play not the part,
Forgotten misery,
Time to set no more around and dwell,
Your make believe heaven,
Will burn in my personal hell.
And the angels surrounded their dead god,
While I just sat there screaming
Spread your wings, and fly on,
Cos your free from your chosen one,
But they put the crown back on him
And sang another song
Eyelashes and lipgloss,
That tickle my fantasy,
Soft headrest, tree moss,
Be I patient and waiting,
Sinful apples and sweating salt,
All in the alley for you to take a bite,
The solemn faces of Virgo,
Decaying in the pale red light.
MELODY
Bloodless and beaten I lay,
In the seas of hate,
And my entire field of sin,
Broken thoughts leave I again,
Under my skin,
Boils blood,
And foils mine
Love away,
And in the begin,
My sweet count was all
For which I prayed.
THE TOUCH
Her flowery face willowing away, willowing...
COUNT MANFAIR
Decay.
MELODY
My flowery face willowing away,
Willowing in sway.
COUNT MANFAIR
And the angels surrounded their dead god,
While I just sat their screaming,
Spread your wings, and fly on,
Cos your free from your chosen one,
But they put the crown back on him,
And sang this song:
MELODY
Oh broken one,
Whom we adore,
Whose eyes bring healing
When we are sore
We know you're gone,
We know we'll die,
At least now, we're free to cry.
THE VOICE
Cry on.
THE TASTE
Onward through the murky streets
Of shadows and delights
Manfair shall seek some other treat
To satisfy his fight,
And in the mildew morning,
He willfully stays asleep,
As Erroneous arises
A throbbing mind in soiled sheets.
ERRONEOUS
Prevent prevent prevent
This love that we want more of
Prevent prevent prevent
This drunk that we are sore of
But wait and wait and wait
We only want a little
May we sacrifice a tiny bit
and still achieve the min'ral?
I just want to feel and feel alive,
Without the constant dying,
But can it be contrived,
And diluted by my whining?
I wish wish wish
All to be revealed,
While holding out my hands
To every passing eel.
Can you prescribe my purpose?
I am lost in flux and sound,
But make sure it never makes me think about what will be found.
My Bliss, I wish you saw me,
In a light year's sight of truth,
That radiated all the love
I'll ever have for you.
THE SIGHT
These four sides
Inside two minds
Are quite a sight, indeed
THE VOICE
It sounds to me
Like each the other
Is what the others need.
THE TOUCH
I feel you do not grasp
the larger troubles
What be at play.
THE TASTE
I do believe
The bittersweet
Is something we all have taste.
THE SCENT
He speaks upon the notion
That if these four 'came two,
It might take quite a potion,
To be kept their love in bloom.
THE VOICE
You think not they will hear us when it's time?
THE TOUCH
Or forget the other's face?
THE SIGHT
I think their love is quite divine,
But the mind's a harrowing,
Ever-narrowing,
Putridly perplexing place.
